Well, it's
Saturday here in Harper. I reckon it is where you are too. Unless you're in
Korea or one of them places over yonder. They are 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.
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