Willie and me went fishing this morning. We didn't catch nothing worth talking about. But like we always do we had a lot of fun. Gladys, Willie wife, made us some hot tamales. She puts them in real corn husks and we add a spicy green sauce that she does so good. Here's Hollis.
How Grandfather Whitmire Came to Stay in Harper (conc.)
They lived with her parents, a situation that prompted him to solicit the help of a fellow baggage-loader who was skilled in carpentry. Together, each evening after work, the two constructed a two-room house. Within a year he and his wife moved into their new home and over the next few years she gave birth to three children.
At first his responsibility as a father kept his mind off the road. He worked hard, got promoted to management, saved his money, and moved his family into a larger, more luxurious house. When his youngest child finished high school, the urge to move on grew stronger. He fought it, telling himself he really did love his wife.
Tomorrow: Fighting Old Urges
Hollis' funny names:
Justin Case is a handyman
Seymour Butts is a voyeur
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