crew for golf the next day.
Turns out I had forgotten he had cut off the tip of his finger while gardening. “No power tools for Jeffie,” I texted.
I couldn't resist a midnight slice of Smith County watermelon hand-delivered earlier in the week by Bo Eaton, whom my wife used
to babysit in Taylorsville. His last election as state representative was tied so the state House, following its rules, had the two candidates draw straws and Eaton won. But the Republican leadership really wanted a supermajority so they went back after the fact and threw out five affidavit votes for Eaton. Eaton's supporters sued and won in federal district court but the
appeals court said it lacked jurisdiction to get involved in a state election matter.
Bo was philosophical about it all. “As my daddy said, ‘The only bad clique is the one you're not in.' ”
And this is just a fraction of unending everweaving local connections I experience everyday. It makes life magical. You know how it is. Like Willie said, Mississippi is not a state, it's a club.