Me and Willie went out early to fish a while. We caught six bass and two white perch. I'm taking them to Dorothy and she'll get them cleaned and fix them for supper.
But today, I promised to tell y'all about my middle child Jack. His name is John Conroy, but we called him Jack. Now, Jack was cursed with real good looks. I mean girls were always calling our house and walking out of their way to come by to see if he was out in the yard. And this, in my opinion, caused Jack to take the wrong path in life. He didn't study like Bill so he was always close to getting booted from school. When Bethel was alive (she died when he was seven and one-half), she kept him in line. She didn't have to get tough with him because he loved her mor'n anything and tried hard to please her. But after she was gone he got into real trouble. In his junior year in high school he got two girls in trouble. I mean within a month of each other. Well there couldn't be no shotgun wedding there, could there? Bethel had a brother up in North Mississippi, a preacher, so we sent Jack up there. He only came home a couple of times for a day or two at a time after that. But he did settle down enough to got to college to make an engineer. At the time I was real confused why you had to go to college for four years in order to drive a train. Of course later I understood what an electrical engineer did. I hope you understand the difference in ignorance and stupidity.
And I hope you understand which one I was.
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