Short Thoughts from Short Attention Spans

society has built a sidewalk to my brain

and i've had it up to here with all the things that i say

so skip back down the street

i never wanted to come out and play anyway

culture has paved a road to my heart

and written me in with a cameo part that i didn't audition for

the theater seems so dark but they really set the stage

and in the midst of the rage

i tricked you into thinkin' the ship'd be sinkin'

and i'd be the last thing on my mind



Scrapbook Pages #1

I dug out my old scrapbooks. So hang on as I take you on a wild ride back in time. Hope you enjoy! I know we did! 

Good Old Days and Times

at

Bank Street Cafe

Bank Street Café was located in Griffin, Ga. Back then it was owned by your friend and mine, John Wynne.

Halloween 2001 Mark as a blind referee, Mike as a candy corn, Skip the pimp, and Boz half in half out of costume....

Griffin bands Rare Air and Fatbak!

Phatboy and Kingfish jammin' at Bank Street in 2000.

Way on back in 1999.....or 2000? Phatboy, me and Jarrett with beers to hold us over until it's our time to play!

Boz plays bass. Kingfish on guitar...is that Nemyer on drums?

 

The music is what brought us all together!

Thanks everyone for the good times. A BIG thanks to John Wynne who allowed us to run amok and enjoy life in downtown Griffin while he took all the flack. Most of us are still jammin'. As I travel back to Griffin to visit my sis, I often think of these days......I miss all you crazies down there!

I've been thinking about you.......

 My numbers and abc's, you taught me before I was old enough to start school. I was walking at 7 months because you showed me that I could do anything, regardless of age. I can tie my shoes all by myself. All these little things I will never take for granted. You were a young mother, so maybe I missed out on some things, but I never knew it. You were a young mother, so maybe you missed out on somethings, but you never showed it. You were a proud mother of two.....and then three. You were Mama June to kids who didn't have mamas. You showed those kids what family meant so they wouldn't grow up with a skewed view. You gave love, not only to us and dad, but to every stray animal and every stray person that crossed your path. You showed us love. You taught us how to love. Even with your death, as we cleaned out the house, in your handwriting you wrote, "John 15:17" everywhere. We all had to look it up. I think you knew we would. It was God's commandment to love one another. It was your commandment for us to follow the words of God.  Tommy and I got into a fight while we were packing up your things.....you know the fight. The same argument that you had with him, the same pointless yelling. Later that night, as I was staring at that sheep shaped chalk board in the kitchen with that verse on it, I realized that I was doing what you and God had asked me not to do. I went to Tommy's room and apologized. I felt like you knew that would happen. Love like yours doesn't happen anymore. Love like yours, like God's.......is hard. Loving the ones you want to strangle, the ones who have done you wrong. You had all of the love of the universe. Thank you for leaving me with some of that love. I can only pray that it will grow into the kind of love that you and God can smile and high five over.

I love you yots and yots and a ho ho bunch.

and I miss you even more than that.

Mama with my sweet baby sister. Mama's little Pookie Marie.

Me and my young mother, June.