Weekend in Harper

Well, it's Friday here in Harper. I reckon it is where you are too. Unless you're in Korea or one of them places over yonder. They sometimes a day ahead. I know cause I served in the army over there. Now I'm gonna tell y'all more about Harper and me, Harvey Lee Whitmire, next week. But I can't do much more today. My friend, Willie Howe, is on his way to get started fishing. Willie is an Afro-American man and we been friends since we was kids. We decided a long time ago we wouldn't let all that agitation stuff that went on get between our friendship. And we didn't. I figure we both got a right to catch all the fish we can out of our lake. Willie and me been funning around all these years. Willie's been married to the same woman, Gladys, for over fifty years. They got eight children, all successful except Charles. He's a lawyer. Down in New Orleans. You can see him on TV most every day. Advertising. It's a shame he has to do that to keep in business. None of the lawyers around here have to do that and they all live in big houses.
Well, here's Willie. I got a feeling we gonna catch a mess of fish today. The air just feels right, don't you know. But even if we don't catch nothing we gonna have a good time. That's just the way me and Willie is.

Note from Hollis: I try to write everything just like Uncle Harvey Lee says it.  But I will always try to correct any politically incorrect things he says. I started to change Afro-American to African-American, but I remembered that Ralph Ellison used the term Afro-American in Invisible Man, so I left it as my uncle said it. I am rereading that book now.