We are having a dinner party tonight for our friends Anna and Jason, who are leaving us in four days (evil people!). It should be fun, even though it’s our last family fun night with them.
Not only is it Father’s Day – but it is also Gene Wilder Appreciation Day in Fitzgerald, GA. I think that’s pretty cool. The Mayor proclaimed it so during a reception at our church today. And I’m not talking about the actor Gene Wilder , I’m talking about my dad.
I’m at my parents’ house in Fitzgerald, going through boxes of my old junk before they move. I had forgotten about all the stories I worte as a child – there must have been at least two dozen I found today. They range from narrative novels about kids my age, to horror stories and even a few horror films. All of them awful – but I remember they were a lot of fun to write. And even thought I don’t think I’d ever want anyone else to read them, I can’t throw them away. So I put them in another box so I can forget about them again, and rediscover them the next time I move.
Lee and I just got back from vacation in Virginia a few days ago, and are still playing hookey from work. It’s the best. Virginia was great… beautiful mountains and scenery – little farm houses and rolling hills and everything green. Tomorrow we head to Fitzgerald to visit my family for one last time before they make their big move to Tennessee.