Saturday, May 31, 2008

Sarah Eats Egg

Our lovely child does not ordinarily consume chicken embryoes. I'm not quite sure why, but eggs usually aren't something she asks for. She was scanning the refrigerator this morning for some lunch, and wanted boiled eggs. In fact, she wanted me to make four of them.

She merrily ate the first one I gave her, and I had just peeled a second when her neighborhood friends knocked on the door. They are out playing in the backyard now.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Work Week Ends

One of the fringe benefits of a three-day weekend is the following four-day work week, which has now come to an end. There is a respiratory illness making the rounds in this neck of the woods, and I succumbed to it this week. Fortunately, my physician prescribed me an antibiotic. Hopefully, I'll have the bug at bay by the end of the weekend.

Sherry took the kids to Sullivan's for supper and to the Friday Art Walk in downtown Maryville. I've been feeling run-down today, so I gave it a miss and have been mushing through some paperwork. Jake and Joey have not been to Sullivan's in Maryville. I think they will like it.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Salmon Andy's

On our way out to Mighty Oak, Jake and Joey and I stopped by Sam and Andy's for a Vol Burger and sandwiches. Joey wondered about the name of the restaurant, probably because Knoxvillians pronounce it as one word.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Mighty Oak Photos




I got out of court fairly early this morning, and I took the rest of the day off and hauled Jake and Joey back out to Mighty Oak. Biff, Leah and Leah's son, Alex, are on vacation this week, and they are camping out there tonight. We've been wanting the three boys to meet, and they had a good time fishing, shooting Alex's BB gun and swimming. Bart, the master of Mighty Oak, got out there about 45 minutes before we headed back into town to pick up Sarah and make supper in time for Sherry to get home.

These photos are from last weekend. Ferrelli Brothers teamwork caught the catfish.

Report from the Mighty Oak Campout

Sarah caught the first fish of the camping trip again this weekend with the aid of an old cane pole, which is how my Granddaddy Ogle taught me to fish. I caught a hand-sized bream shortly thereafter, but that was my only catch of the weekend. The boys spent a lot of time lakeside, but I'm not sure how many fish they caught in all, since we were releasing everything we caught. Joey caught a nice catfish, and I'll post a photo soon.

Biff cooked three pork shoulders while we were out there, but I didn't eat a bite of it, having filled up on bratwurst cooked with a stick over the campfire. I also comsumed a fair amount of spicy, smoked chicken wings.

We had a pretty good turnout for the event, which included Les and Fuzzy, and La, who came out as part of some tired mama downtime before she headed up to the mountains for some solitude. Bart really has everything spruced up nicely out at Mighty Oak, and we had a very nice camping experience.

Wednesday Afternoon

It was another busy day today for me, but I'm on the other side of it. I got a break and came home and took Joey and Jake to Firehouse Subs for lunch. Sherry has a deadline this afternoon, but she seemed to think she'd work a regular schedule today.

Sarah seems to be adjusting quite well in Ms. Nancy's class. Several of her classmates moved up to Pre-K as well, so that makes it easier.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A Nice Story

Here's a nice story about a little boy, age three, that called 911 when his mom fell and was rendered unconscious. It happened today in the City of Alcoa.

Civics Lesson

Sherry took Jake and Joey to work with her this morning, but she got off at lunchtime. They went to the Hana Japanese Restaurant, and then came to court this afternoon to watch the proceedings as a civics lesson for the boys. I think they found it interesting.

Sarah's First Day in Ms. Nancy's Class

Today is Sarah's first day in her new classroom. Fortunately, she knows her teacher, Ms. Nancy, well, and Sarah was looking forward to the change. When I took Sarah's blanket and pillow in to Ms. Nancy's room this morning, I noted that several of her classmates had moved up with her as well. It will be a change going from being one of the bigger children in her classroom to being one of the smaller, but it will be good for her. Watching her interact with Natalie over the weekend, I think it will be good for Sarah to learn a bit more compassion for those kids that are smaller and younger than she is.

Back to the Blog

In case anyone has missed me over the weekend, we went camping at Melton Hill Lake and did not get home until Sunday morning. Johnny George and his daughter, Natalie, came from Atlanta for the campout, and they came back to our house Sunday and spent the night. Natalie and Sarah had fun playing together, both at the campsite and at the house, and we had a good visit.

As you might expect, today is busy after a long weekend. At least we only have a four-day work week ahead of us.

Monday, May 26, 2008

At the Pool

Here's Jake and Joey playing at the pool.


Air Jake


Strawberry Shortcake

Friday, May 23, 2008

Time for Me to Fly

Molly the calico kitten is amusing herself in the living room stalking an intrusive fly. A playing kitten is a rich source of entertainment.

More Photos from the Petting Zoo







Thursday, May 22, 2008

Pick Me Up

Sarah has figured out that our ability to pick her up and carry her around is nearing its end, and consequently, she is asking to be picked up a lot. It is a difficult transition. I like to pick up and hold my four-year-old, but she is getting too big for me to do it for very long, as I am an old man.

It is another childhood passage for her and for us. There are many seemingly small things about parenting that are challenging, and realizing that your kid is getting too big to pick up anymore is definitely one of them.

Beasts Okay

Both of our beasts were given clean bills of health at the vet today. I got them home after being serenaded by them in the car to and from the vet, and released them into the garage. Neither needs to see the vet again until next year, unless some need arises in between now and them.

More Doctors


I've made an appointment with our vet this afternoon to see both of our cats. Emma is due for her annual exam, and Molly, the fierce beast pictured above, needs a booster shot. Tomorrow, it's my turn, but I'm just going in for a follow-up to see how my hypothyroid medicine is working.

Eye Doc Report

Since Sarah's eye has not had problems with infection, her doctor said he wouldn't need to see her for another two years. He said surgery to correct the drainage problem at this age is only done if there are problems with infection. Barring that concern, the doctor who performs such surgeries in our area would not recommend the surgery until after puberty, at which time she will be in a position to have her own input into the decision. Basically, she just has to deal with the discomfort of inadequate drainage in her right eye until then unless the problem corrects itself as she grows bigger.

Steven Tyler Enters Rehab

Aerosmith lead singer Steven Tyler has entered rehab for substance abuse in Los Angeles.

Sarah's Telephone Skills

Leslie has asked to speak to her neice on the telephone a couple of times this week, and I am very impressed by the improvement in Sarah's telephone skills. She was rather tentative about the telephone at first, but has warmed up to it now. She told Les she loves her, and Les about melted.

Sarah's recent report card from her preschool said they had not yet begun working on teaching the kids their addresses and telephone numbers, so we've started working on teaching her our address, which she can now recite. I've been talking about it in the context of sending and receiving mail, which she already understands, and in the context of knowing your address if you become lost. That's pretty important information for a four-year-old to know.

Pony Ride




We bought Sarah the obligatory $3.00 pony ride at the petting zoo, and you can tell from these snapshots that she enjoyed it.


Sarah's Eye Doctor

Sarah has an appointment at Children's Hospital in Knoxville at 8:00 a.m. to see the surgeon who performed surgery on her eye after she was bitten by a dog last summer. She continues to have problems with her eye draining, which may require further surgery. We'll see what the doc says this morning.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Myers Manor Flamingos

I just got word from Dave Myers that he won't be able to come to East Tennessee this weekend after all. As a consolation prize, he sent me this photo of the pink flamingos he put in his poor wife's garden. He even spray painted them after the sun bleached them white. My Grandmother Ogle, queen of spray paint and duct tape, would love it.

Mighty Oak Weekend Coming Together

I've talked to both Bart and Biff this week, and both are gearing up for a weekend on the lake at Mighty Oak this weekend. Sherry's going to meet Mark in Cookeville to pick up Joey and Jake Friday evening, so they will get to enjoy the event. We've been wanting to introduce them to Biff's stepson, Alex, for two years now, and it looks like that will finally happen this weekend.

Biff and Leah are cooking up a bunch of pork and chicken for us, and everyone else is directed to bring drinks, ice and a nonperishable side item. We're planning on camping Saturday, and then coming home Sunday to visit with Dave Myers, who is in town from St. Louis. Depending on the weather and work, Sarah and I may head for the outdoors Friday afternoon since Sherry and J&J probably won't be home until late.

Bar Association Blues

The Knoxville News Sentinel has an article this morning about our local bar association and an order that was served on me and four other attorneys by uniformed officers at our homes the Saturday night before Mother's Day.

Supper at Sullivans

Sherry and Sarah and I had supper at Sullivans Fine Dining on West Broadway Avenue in downtown Maryville last night. Sherry had the Northshore Salad, and I had pork loin and mashed potatoes. Northshore Salad, named after Northshore Drive in West Knoxville, consists of greens, dried cranberries, feta cheese, chicken and balsamic vinaigrette, and it is delicious. Sarah had already eaten at home, but she sampled the bread. Sarah loves bread, especially freshly baked bread.

I eat lunch at Sullivans once a month because we have our bar meeting there, and they always serve sandwich wraps, Northshore Salad (sans chicken) and a wonderful potato soup. It is always bustling at lunchtime, but it was quieter last night, which was nice. It was a very pleasant dining experience.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Are You Talking to Me?


Sherry snapped this picture of an ostrich at the petting zoo and then got quickly out of beak range. With his built-in frown, he even looks mean.

Appliances Repaired

The repairman from Goodman's Appliance Service arrived shortly after Sherry got home, and within an hour had our washer fixed, our downstairs refrigerator operating and our ice maker in the kitchen refrigerator back in order. He also spoke in English I could understand.

I still believe that America is a land of opportunity and that our diversity and open society make us strong, but I resent it when I cannot communicate with the customer service representative of a company like Sears or America Online. I quit AOL because I could never understand their customer service people, nor could they understand me. I doubt I'll ever call the Sears Repair Center again.

Kids in the Backyard

Sarah's friends from next door and two doors down knocked on the door again yesterday evening to play. She was just finishing supper and hurried out to join them in the backyards of the three houses. They played on the swing set and in the neighbors' sandbox for a while, and then I broke out the sidewalk chalk for them. I suggested that they draw a chalk "force field" around my car, which kept them entertained for a bit. When Sherry arrived home, they quickly enveloped her auto in the force field as well.

Monday, May 19, 2008

More Petting Zoo Photos



Maryville/Alcoa Photos

Professor Reynolds was in Blount County recently, and he's been posting some photos on his Instapundit blog. Check these out. I especially like the one taken in Sullivans, where we have our bar association meetings. I've always liked that lighting.

Restaurant Review: Amburn's Hum-Dinger Drive-In

I've been meaning to stop into Amburn's Hum-Dinger Drive-In, which is on East Broadway Avenue in Maryville just a few minutes from our house. I had their cheeseburger for lunch, and it was great. Hum-Dinger's is a car hop drive-in, and the small burger, which was made to order, was $2.50, including tax.

Amburn's gets a Boongablogger thumbs up!

Incomprehensible Customer Service at Sears Repair Hotline

I have a Kenmore washer and a Kenmore refrigerator, both of which are broken. Since both products are sold by Sears, I called the 800 number listed in the telephone book for Sears appliance repair. I was unable to communicate with the person on the other end of the phone, and I terminated the call because of my inability to understand his foreign accent and his inablility to understand my Tennessee accent. It was very frustrating.

I decided to call a local business, which is what I should have done in the first place. I called Goodman's Appliance Service, a Blount County family owned and operated business, and spoke to a woman who plainly spoke English that I could understand. A technician will be out to look at the problems this afternoon. Shop local!

Can We Have Your Liver, Then?


Tennessee has a new online organ donation website. As an attorney, I recommend having a living will prepared by a licensed attorney in your home state, but this site is a way that the hospital can quickly check to see if you want to be an organ donor. As most readers probably know, there is also a place to make your wishes known on the back of your Tennessee Driver's License.
UPDATE: I just tried to use the registry and received an error message, but then I have a living will in my safe deposit box.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Nashville RenFest

The Tennessee Renaissance Festival is open outside of Nashville. I've attended such festivals in Charlotte, North Carolina, and Atlanta, Georgia, and Nashville's is the best by far, though I believe Atlanta's is bigger. Most of the vendors are set up along paths through the woods at the Nashville event, which I especially like.

I was hoping we'd make it out there this year, but it ends next weekend.

Missing Her Brothers

Sarah misses her brothers, and their mother and I miss them too. We are hoping to have them for a visit next weekend, especially since we're going to camp out at Mighty Oak that weekend. I bought a little camera for my computer hoping that we could get videoconferencing hooked up, but I haven't figured out how to do it yet. I need to get Uncle Fuzzy over here, since he's been videoconferencing for years.

Armed Forces Day


Yesterday was Armed Forces Day in the U.S.A. The day was proclaimed by President Harry S Truman in 1949 as a day set aside to honor all of the men and women serving in the U.S. Armed Forces.

Mugsy the Chimpanze Dead at Eighteen

Mugsy, an eighteen-year-old chimpanzee and alpha male of the chimp population at the Knoxville Zoo, has been euthanized due to a problem in his digestive tract. He came to the Knoxville Zoo from Los Angeles in 1991. Zookeepers returned his body to Chimp Ridge at the zoo so that his fellow chimps could "have closure."

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Hot Mama and a Llama

Here's Sherry with a baby goat.

Today we visited the Little Ponderosa Zoo in Clinton, Tennessee, and the weather was beautiful! Wannie went with us, and we ate at La Fiesta restaurant near her house afterward. Thereupon, Sarah invited herself over to spend the night at her grandmother's, and Sherry and I have retired to our home for some quiet time. This llama was well-behaved, but we saw an alpaca (closely related to the llama) spit on a guy. Yuck!


Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death


Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren until she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love?

Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation, the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other.
They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!

They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Cubans Party in Miami

The Cuban expatriate community in Miami is celebrating the 106th anniversary of Cuban independence with a nostalgia event at the fairgrounds in west Miami. I wish I could attend. I bet there is good Cuban cooking involved.

Nitrous Oxide Shoplifter

There's an interesting stupid criminal story in The Destin Log this morning. A dude went into a Wal-Mart in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, huffed the nitrous oxide (laughing gas) out of a couple of cans of whipped topping, and cruised the store stealing and eating things. Wal-Mart has an excellent loss prevention program, which includes hidden cameras everywhere, so they will have plenty of video on this clown. To make things worse, when officers apprehended him in the parking lot, he fought them and threatened to kill the officers and their families.

Lake Hickory Alligator

There is an alligator living in Lake Hickory across the mountains in Hickory, North Carolina.

Horrible Juvenile Court Story

There is a horrifying story in this morning's News Sentinel about a 17-year-old boy who beat, bleached and burned an 86-year-old woman nearly to death in the Karns community in Knoxville. The case will be heard by Judge Tim Irwin.

Friday, May 16, 2008

What a Week!

It has been quite a busy week for me, though settling the case with the six-day trial made things manageable. I am happy to have a sunny Saturday ahead of us, and I hope to spend at least part of it outdoors, perhaps in the mountains or upon the lake.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Kitty Chair

Here is Molly the kitten relaxing on Sarah's pink kitty chair.

Rules of the Road

Compare and contrast the rules for driving in Knoxville and Nashville posted below. It is true that I was unable to pronounce "Demonbreun" when I first moved to Nashville, and I am still working with Sherry on pronouncing "Vonore." After that, we'll work on Gallaher View.

There are similar rules for Atlanta here.

Nashville Rules

1. Before entering the city limits, you must write a 500-word essay on why Nashville is superior to Memphis.

2 Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Nashville has its own version of traffic rules...Hold on and pray. There is no such thing as a dangerous high-speed chase in Nashville. They all drive like that.

3. All directions start with, "Get on Old Hickory Blvd."... which has no beginning and no end.

4. The Chamber of Commerce calls getting through traffic a "scenic drive."

5. The morning rush hour is from 5:00 to 10:00. The evening rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:00. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday morning.

6. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear ended, cussed out and possibly shot. When you are the first one on the starting line, count to five when the light turns green before going to avoid getting into any cross-traffic's way.

7. Demonbreun can only be pronounced by a native.

8. Construction on I-40/65/24 is a way of life and a permanent form of entertainment.

9. All unexplained sights are explained by the phrase, "Oh, we must be in Antioch!!"

10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, it is probably a factory defect.

11. Whenever the word "Boner" is mentioned, people laugh, then knowingly cry uncontrollably.
(It is the surname of a former Nashville mayor.)

12. The minimum acceptable speed on I-65 North between the Kentucky State Line and Trinity Lane is 115. Anything less is considered downright sissy!

13. The wrought iron on windows in south Nashville isn't ornamental.

14. Never stare at the driver of the car with the bumper sticker that says, "Keep honking. I'm reloading." In fact, don't honk at anyone.

15. If you are in the left lane, and only going 75 in a 55 mph zone...people are NOT waving when they go by.

16. I-40 east is our daily version of NASCAR...with a perpetual caution flag.

17. If it's 100 degrees, Thanksgiving must be next weekend.

18. If it's minus 10 degrees, sleeting/snowing, and the River Styx is frozen over, Vanderbilt just won the SEC championship in a sport other than women's lacrosse.

19. East Nashville is actually north of town, but you don't want to go there anyway.

20. Anyone within 20 miles of Nashville on the day of a Titans home game, is certifiably crazy.

21. Regardless of what you've been told...our road salt is NOT seasoning.

Knoxville Rules

1. You must learn to pronounce the city name correctly. It is NOX-VULL.

2. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Knoxville has its own version of traffic rules....the Trans-Am with the loudest exhaust goes next at a 4-way stop. The truck with the biggest tires goes after that.

3.All directions start with, 'Go down to Kingston Pike'... which is the Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end.

4. Henley Street turns into Chapman Highway and may also be called Highway 441. Broadway turns into Maynardville Highway and may also be called Highway 33. Cumberland Avenue turns into Kingston Pike and may also be called Highway 70. Magnolia Avenue turns into Asheville Highway and may also be called Highway 11E. How could they forget Highway 33 is also the Old Maryville Pike?

5. The morning rush hour is from 6:00 to 10:00. The evening rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:00. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday morning.

6. If you stop at a yellow light, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot.

7. Gallaher View Road can only be correctly pronounced by a native.

8. Construction on I-40 / 75 is a permanent fixture of Knoxville life. The barrels are moved around in the middle of the night to make the next days driving a bit more exciting.

9. Watch very carefully for road hazards such as deer, skunks, dogs, barrels, cones, cows, horses, pot holes, cats, pieces of other cars, old police cars, truck tires, raccoons, squirrels, rabbits and crows (feeding on any of these items).

10. Three interstate's converge to run through the Greater Knoxville area. As such we see a bounty of tractor trailer accidents and spills. Recent spills on our beloved interstates include trailers full of Cattle, Liquor, live artillery shells, Rolling Rock bottle caps, Phosphoric Acid, Styrofoam peanuts, and the creme de la creme of spills - Corn Syrup. Oh, and a truck load of watermelons.

11. Do not slow down on I-640 when you get close to the Western Avenue overpass. The Knoxville Police Dept. parks empty police cars strategically around town

12. If someone actually has their turn signal on wave them to the shoulder immediately to let them know it has been 'accidentally activated.

13.Local traffic reports and Knoxville natives will often refer to the Pellissippi Parkway. You will however, find no road signs marked as such. Pellissippi Parkway is actually Interstate 140, but don't refer to it as that when talking to locals because they will have no idea what you are talking about.

14. The minimum acceptable speed on the Pellisippi Parkway is 85. Anything less is considered downright sissy.

15. Ground clearance of at least 12 inches is recommended for city driving.

16. If it's 100 degrees, Thanksgiving must be next weekend.

17. If it's 10 degrees and sleeting/snowing, the Dogwood Arts Festival is going on.

18. Any and all shopping should be done in West Knoxville. The Metropolitan Planning commission in conjunction with experts in urban sprawl have paved every piece of usable property between UT and the Loudon County line. All shopping should be done in the large homogenized, box type structures erected there.

19. Knoxville Center Mall is actually in East Knoxville. West Town Mall is just to the east of Downtown West.

20. Halls has IT. (IT apparently refers to the highest number of Baptist churches per person.)

21. No one who lives in the town of Farragut is actually from East Tennessee or even the South. Admiral Farragut was a Union Soldier. Yep, they're all Yankees.

22. It is better to stay off the roads on Saturdays in the fall, as 3 out of 4 drivers have had way too much Jack Daniel's at the ball game and the fourth driver is a cop.

23. Never, and we mean NEVER plan a wedding for a weekend when UT plays football. That is what open dates are for.

24. There is nothing up in the Sunsphere. Don't try to go up there.

25. It is a good and honorable thing to work on a mobile home sales lot.

26. Yeah the mountains are pretty, but how 'bout them Outlet Malls!

27. Don't ask anyone about Oak Ridge. Two headed deer and three eyed Carp do appear naturally in the wild.

28. Never point and laugh at anything painted Orange, no matter how bizarre or tasteless, unless you want to get your butt kicked.

O.J. Evans R.I.P.

I just learned yesterday that an old friend, Ronald "O.J." Evans died in January. He was a childhood friend of my friend, Kevin. Here's a link to his obituary.

Six-Day Trial Settles

Yesterday was the first day of a six-day trial with a total of nine lawyers, including me, involved. The court had other business to take up before getting started with us, so all nine of us, along with the Ph.D. psychologist and the caseworkers involved in the case, retired to the court's break room and settled the case! That didn't leave today and the next four days totally free, but I certainly have a lot more flexibility with my time today than I did yesterday morning. It is sort of anticlimactic when a big case settles right before trial, but it is usually best for all concerned, especially in a family law case.

Only Two Gymnastics Classes Left

I picked up Sarah's school calendar for the summer yesterday, and she only has two more gymnastics classes left. Next Wednesday will be the last one for the summer. Swimming begins June 9, and they have a cookout and family swim day on July 3, which should be fun.

That's a Moray

Dave Myers' sense of humor remains constant. Check out this comic strip.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Growing Up

I am not usually very sentimental about our little girl growing up, and I have thoroughly enjoyed her at every age and take great pride in her growth and accomplishments. I must admit that I have a bit of a pang about her little friends coming to the door yesterday to ask for her to come out and play.

When I bring Sarah home from school, I'm used to hanging out with her for a little while until Sherry comes home. We usually go upstairs, and she plays a computer game while I tie up the day's loose ends on my computer. Yesterday, when the neighbor kids came by, I put them off because I was not through with my work and did not want to have to go outside at that moment to supervise. Today, I recognize that part of me was feeling that her friends were taking her away from me, something that her mother and I will have to get used to as she grows and meets new friends.

The irony of parenthood is that if you are successful, your child won't need you anymore. She will continue, if we do our job as parents right, to gravitate away from us and toward her future, as she should. It is bittersweet.

Sarah Moving to New Classroom

On May 27 Sarah will move from the preschool classroom in her school to the pre-K classroom, which is for four and five year olds. It will be the first classroom change for her at this school, though she has had a change of teachers. She's getting so big!

Strangers on My Flight

Dave Myers just sent me this parody of Frank Sinatra's "Strangers in the Night." I'd just like to see Al Queda mess with ol' Frank.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Social Butterfly

The neighbor kids came looking for Sarah this afternoon, but I managed to hold them off until Sherry got home. Between their sandbox, and our swingset, we have a hip backyard venue for preschoolers.

Backyardigans Live at the Tennessee Theater

Sherry scored tickets today for her and Sarah to attend the live Backyardigans show at the Tennessee Theater tomorrow night. It should be a fun show. The Tennessee Theater is truly one of Knoxville's treasures, and I'm sorry I won't get to share their first experience there. Tomorrow is the first day of a six-day trial for me, so I don't expect I'd be worth much if I went.

Swimming Lessons for Sarah

Perpetual Motion School, where Sarah attends preschool, has a swimming pool, and they begin summer season, which includes swimming on Tuesdays and Thursdays, on June 9. We're also signing her up for swimming lessons, which will have her in the water for thirty minutes two additional days per week. Both of her gymnastics classes will end when she begins the summer season and swim lessons, but it should be a good change for her.

Marie Antoinette Gets the Guillotine

For those readers who were following the Marie Antoinette death watch last week, the audiobook I am in the middle of finally got to her execution by guillotine this morning after dallying for some time in Katherine the Great's Russia. The audiobook, The Great Upheaval, is recounting the terror in full blossom during the French Revolution. Robespierre will get the blade soon.

Crazy Daisies

Sherry loves daisies, and found this bunch of them growing in between the rows of strawberry plants last weekend. Add one Boong, and you've got a photo op.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Sandbox!

The neighbors two doors down have a new sandbox, and Sherry has escorted Sarah over there to play after the two of them went for a walk, during which they discovered a robin's egg. Sarah knows these two kids, and it was really cute to see them running toward each other to meet. It's all about networking.

Doll Outhouses

Sherry recently bought Sarah a really nice wooden doll house. I pointed out to Sarah that the house had no potty and needed an outhouse. Sarah is familiar with the concept of an outhouse because we have one at our family cabin in Estill Springs, Tennessee, though it has become dilapidated beyond being usable. I actually have a small, toy outhouse that looks like the one in Estill Springs, and I brought that to Sarah's dollhouse when she first got it. It was too small for the dolls.

Since Gracie was over here Sunday, I pulled out some Jenga blocks for her to play with. When I next saw the blocks, which are the same color as the doll house, Sarah had arranged them to form a vast outhouse complex, complete with potties for four. Tinkerbell and three other fairies were already making use of the new facilities. Problem solved.

Mother's Day Report

We had a lasagna feast at our place yesterday for Mother's Day. Mom, Les, La, Stew and Grace came over, but Frazier took his mom up to New Market to spend the day with her sister. Sherry called Grams in Nashville to wish her happy Mom's Day, and Jake and Joey called Sherry with their wishes as well.

It was a blustery day, so we didn't spend a lot of time outdoors, though Sherry and La demonstrated their motherly prowess by hauling our bench swing up to the upstairs deck. I agree with Sherry that we'll get more use of it up there, and it fills up the deck in a nice way that makes it more inviting. Grace and Sarah both had fun playing ball. We put Sarah in the tub as everyone was leaving, and Sarah wanted Grace to join her in the bath. Unfortunately, Sarah likes the water pretty hot, and it was too hot for Grace. We ran some cold water to cool the tub down a bit, but Grace wouldn't go anywhere near the tub after her first hot dip.

We made a full batch of lasagna using Ron Bolen's spaghetti sauce recipe, which calls for four pounds of ground beef. Consequently, we have a lot of lasagna left over, which is always nice. I'm still grieving the casserole dish full of lasagna that went bad when our downstairs refrigerator bit the dust, but I think we have enough leftover lasagna from this batch to appease us for some time to come.

For dessert, we had strawberry shortcake made from the berries we picked on Saturday, and we topped it with whipped cream, one of Grandmother Ogle's favorite touches. It made for a very nice afternoon.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Shuttlecraft Mailbox

We saw this Star Trek shuttlecraft mailbox across the street from Maple Lane Farms yesterday. The call number of the shuttlecraft is the street number of the house, and the name of the shuttlecraft is the name of the family that lives there. I want one!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!


Saturday, May 10, 2008

We Shall Never Surrender!

Winston Churchill:
We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France,
we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence
and growing strength in the air. We shall defend our island, whatever the cost
may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing-grounds, we
shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We
shall never surrender!

—House of Commons, 4 June 1940, following the evacuation of British and French armies from Dunkirk as the German tide swept through France.

Wisdom from Theodore Roosevelt

Courtesy is as much a mark of a gentleman as courage.

Egyptian Cheerleading



Egyptian Artifact


I found this photo of an Egyptian artifact on a law professor's blog. Here's some more information on the sculpture, which is around 5,000 years old.

Kern's Bread

Food City is reviving Kern's Bread in Knoxville. The News Sentinel's blog reminded me of the old A.J. Trucker commercials in which A.J. tries to pick up a waitress named Mavis to whom he delivers Kern's bread. Those commercials aired around the same time that citizens' band radio and truckers were being romanticized in song, movies and television. I'd love to see one of them.

Here's "Eastbound and Down" from Smokey and the Bandit as sung by Jerry "Snowman" Reed.

A Decent Lawyer's Practice

As a young lawyer, I once attended a federal bench and bar conference, and we discussed a scenario where a lawyer believed that she had to be a jackass because it was what her client expected. I got applause from the group when I quoted Elihu Root as follows, "About half the practice of a decent lawyer consists in telling would-be clients that they are damned fools and should stop."

The most important part of an attorney's job is to be able to distinguish a worthwhile claim or defense from a frivolous one, and the second most important is being able to effectively communicate that to your client. One of my friends from the local bar summed it up nicely saying, "It's not my job to tell you what you want to hear. It is my job to tell you what you need to know."

A Couple of Pics from Sherry's Nashville Trip

Here are a couple of photos Sherry took on her last trip to Nashville to see Grams and Jake and Joey. The bottom photo is from the new Red Robin restaurant near Grams' house. They serve the onion rings stacked in a tower.



A Haul of Strawberries

Sarah displays our strawberry haul.



Steve and Sarah are down on the farm.


Sarah surveys the strawberry patch.



This sign marks the dirt road you turn down to get to the strawberry patch at Maple Lane Farm. We really enjoyed our experience there today, and we're looking forward to taking Joey and Jake out there when they come to see us next.




Strawberry Pickin'

We're going out to the booming metropolis of Greenback, Tennessee, this morning to Maple Lane Farms to pick strawberries. Next weekend the farm hosts a concert, the Strawberry Jam, which a neighbor filed a lawsuit to enjoin. The Court declined to grant a restraining order, so the concert is still on. I hope the dispute out there in Greenback is settled amicably.

Iroquois Steeplechase

The 67th running of the Iroquois Steeplechase will occur in Nashville today at Percy Warner Park, which is about ten minutes from where we used to live in Bellevue. We've never attended the horse race, which is a pretty snooty affair, and we generally steered clear of the entire area because of the traffic.

Although most people think of Kentucky when they think of horse racing, Middle Tennessee has plenty of horse farms, and not just for the famous Tennessee Walking Horses. Andrew Jackson was quite a fan of horses and racing them, so the tradition has been alive in Tennessee for quite some time.

Friday, May 9, 2008

I've got a Kitty on my Keyboard

Molly the kitten has awakened from her nap and is preventing me from accomplishing much at my desk by walking on the keyboard and swatting at the cursor on the screen. Sarah's also taken to climbing up on my lap when I'm working here, so between the two of them they can pretty much shut me down. I think I'm about ready to call the work week at an end and to go pick up my daughter.

Oh great, the cat is trying to eat my printer now.

I Practiced Law With These Guys for Eight Years, and My Mother Doesn't Even Know Their Names

Of course, she doesn't get my name right half the time, and she gave me mine.

Restaurant Review: The Dragon Pit

I missed breakfast today, so I had an early lunch at one of Maryville's newest eateries, The Dragon Pit, which is on Highway 411 as you head toward Vonore from Maryville. I had their unpronounceable philly cheese steak sandwich, which was delightful, but the price was way too high. I paid $11.42 for a sandwich, fries and iced tea. Two people ought to be able to have sandwiches for that amount, especially for a restaurant that is way out on the outskirts of town. They cater to motorcyclists who ride the nearby curvy stretch of Highway 129 up to Deals Gap, which road is fondly referred to as "The Dragon" by locals. I guess if you can afford a Harley or a Gold Wing, you can also afford a $12.00 sandwich.

Busy Grocers

I went to Kroger to do our grocery shopping while I was out running errands today. I thought it would be good to shop on a weekday and avoid the Saturday morning crowd. I wasn't the only one with that idea as the place was slammed.

Splenetic Autocrat

The audiobook I'm currently enjoying referred to Katherine the Great of Russia as a "splenetic autocrat." I know that an autocrat is a ruler with unlimited power. "Splenetic" comes from the word "spleen" and means ill-humored or irritable. I'd say one should probably steer clear of a splenetic autocrat.

Finally Friday!

This has been another very busy week for me, but it is Friday. I don't have any court or other appointments today, though I'll have to get out to run my usual errands. I also have some paperwork to do, but I'm looking forward to a more mellow day today than I've had the rest of the week.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Les Rescues Fug

Here's Leslie's account of rescuing her dog from barbed wire:

I woke up at 7:11 (yes, 11 ! For those of you who know my pattern with
elevens) It was a good thing because a bit later our neighbor Robin said she
heard Fuggy (our outside dog) crying up in the woods somewhere. Normally I would
have been in bed and also I never would have heard him. She has her art studio
over there so she heard him. With my tv on and my dehumidifier (which is VERY
loud) I just simply never would have heard his cries.

I went up on the
hillside…WAY up on the hillside through MAJOR thickets and poison ivy to find
him tangled in some old barbed wire. With Robin’s help and some strong wire
cutters, we finally got him loose. He still had a bunch of wire stuck in his fir
and I had to carry him out of the hills and woods…and it was hard enough for me
to get up there through all the thickets and woods much less carry him out of
there! I could not get the last barbed wire out of his fur.

Fraz is home
now and “working” on him and just got him all freed and cleaned up. However, the
barbed wire scratch Fraz and he was bleeding (don’t know if he’s had a tetanus
shot lately). I can’t tell you what a chore it was to get up in those woods, try
to cut him loose and carry him out of there! I’m a bit scraped and scratched and
pray poison ivy does not get me.

Sarah's Progress Report

I picked Sarah's progress report up at her school today, and she appears to be meeting most all of the program's requirements. Interestingly, her teacher wrote a note saying Sarah does not want to write her name, though she tried to write it on her own on her easel this weekend. (She left out the second "a.") We'll have to work on that.

Application for Pre-K

I recently learned that the Maryville City School system offers a pre-K program, which Sarah will be eligible to attend this fall. Although she and her mother and I love Perpetual Motion School, which she presently attends, I've just completed the application for the pre-K program, which is funded by our tax dollars. If she gets into the program, it will save us $141.00 per week, though I suspect we'll probably have to pay for some after school care. It doesn't hurt to have options.

Yard Work

Sherry and I worked in the backyard some yesterday afternoon when I returned from the bar meeting. There are two large shrubs of some sort right in the middle of the backyard, and we tore one of them down and tore about half of the other one down. I'll get back out there with a chainsaw to removed the rest of it, which will open up some room for the kids to play back there. The flower bed in the backyard is choked with honeysuckle, and we pulled a lot of it up. There are several plants in there that are so big they will have to be dug out.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Louis Gets the Guillotine

The latest report on the royal family in Revolutionary France (from the audiobook The Great Upheaval, which I am working my way through in my car each day) is the death of King Louis XVI by guillotine. They lobbed his head off on my way to court this morning, but Marie Antoinette and the dauphin yet live. The story has left France and is now focusing on Katherine the Great and the war between the Russians and the Turks at that point in history, so Marie and the kid may make it to the weekend.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Marie Antoinette Survives Tuesday

Well, Marie still has her head, as does Louis, but the revolution is closing in about them. Will they get it tomorrow? Only the tape will tell.

Sarah popped the head off of the Marie doll, and the kitten has batted it and its wig under the sofa, so we have a decapitated doll in the middle of the living room door.

Covered Up

Today was very busy. I had several cases on the morning docket, and a preliminary hearing this afternoon for a rather unappreciative client. Of course, he remained in jail so he didn't have a lot to be happy about.

Sherry and Sarah and I attended a very nice political event in the neighborhood for a friend who is running for judge. Sarah sang "Tomorrow" for the crowd, and got a polite ovation. Sherry met a graphic designer who works for the Ruby Tuesday corporate headquarters. It was a nice outing, but I'm ready to relax after a busy day. This is one of those days that will take me a while to wind down from, and I've got another busy day tomorrow. Sherry's off tomorrow, so hopefully we can have some down time together tomorrow afternoon.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Marie Antoinette Survives Monday

Marie Antoinette survived the day since I wasn't in the car long enough today to get to the part of the audiobook where they lob her head off. The Paris mob was running people's heads through the streets on pikes at the place I left off when I picked Sarah up from school. There was one particularly gruesome anecdote about a woman whose head was chopped off, run through the city on a pike, and then taken to a beauty salon for a shampoo and hairdo before they put her back on the pike and ran her through the streets some more. Humans can be so barbarous.

Happy Cinco De Mayo!


Go here if you want more information about Cinco de Mayo.

Sherry Comes Home with Stuff

Sherry came home with a cool new tie dye sun dress for Sarah, along with some new shoes. She also brought a set of bookshelves from GG's, and I've been loading our photo albums into it. It will be nice to have them handy again. Sherry also picked up a couple of her Life is Good shirts, and it sounds like she and Grams and the boys had a fun weekend.

Sherry bought me a Marie Antoinette action figure, and the head actually pops off of it when you push a button on its back. This is especially timely, as I've just recently picked up the second volume (tapes 13-26) of The Great Upheaval, a book about the events of the Enlightenment. I'm at the point in the book where the French Revolution is going full blast, and the royal family will probably be extinguished on my five minute drive to the post office this morning.

Mom, La and Grace also came over yesterday afternoon to enjoy the pretty weather. They were all still here when Sherry got home. We visited for a bit after that, and Ma, La and Grace departed. Sleeping on the ground and staying up late (for me) Friday night at Mighty Oak and chasing Sarah around all weekend wore me out, so I went to bed early last night and slept like a rock.

Photos from the Georges

Karen sent us an album of photographs from their spring activities, which included a hike to Abrams Falls.
Johnny and Natalie


Karen and Teddy

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Foothills Parkway

I just took Sarah for a drive this morning on a ten mile stretch of Foothills Parkway that was last open to cars in 1998. The National Park Service is hosting an Open House this weekend so that visitors can travel the unopened stretch of road by car, and I'm glad I took advantage of the opportunity. It was really cool seeing the mountains from new vantage points. It was particularly strange looking down on Highway 321, which is the road I normally use to access that part of the mountains. The weather cooperated with us. It was sort of gloomy as we drove up, but the sun came out and cleared things off while we were on the Parkway.

Cream Cheese and Sour Cream Potatoes

I had some potatoes on hand downstairs in the 'tater cellar, and I thought I would use them up to make a side dish for the ham I will prepare later in the day. Sherry's favorite cookbook, Calling All Cooks, had an interesting recipe for Cream Cheese and Sour Cream potatoes. My general rule is that if the ingredients are good, the recipe will be good. You can pretty much eyeball the amounts of the ingredients to use, and I boiled the potatoes as I would for mashed potatoes and added the cream chees and sour cream when the potatoes got cooked. You could eat it at this point. I sampled it, and it was pretty good. The recipe calls for baking it, so I've thrown in some finely chopped onion, rosemary and sprinkled Parm on top. I also added salt and Tiger Seasoning (a/k/a Praise Allah a/k/a Praise Wally).

Rat and Sig

I checked in with my friend Rat yesterday, and he was having something like 70 parents and kids over to his place for a cookout after a soccer event. Another friend, Jim Sigmon, who like Rat lives in Hickory, also checked in via E-mail, and his daughter Kendall was going over to Rat's to spend the night with Rat's daughter, Sabrina. I haven't been to visit North Carolina since Rat's mom's funeral last year. We need to schedule an invasion.

Wasn't it just yesterday that I was twenty and at Caldwell Community College with these guys?

Cat Camping

Sarah was aggravating Emma the cat yesterday, and the cat escaped out the front door. I didn't think to let her back in last night, so the beast spent the night outside. I heard her frantic meowing this morning when I went out onto the sun porch. She's now curled up on the sofa in the living room napping.

The Prospectors

I still have camping on my mind, and this morning I thought of "The Prospectors", a skit by Hudson and Landry from the early 70's. I found it on You Tube this morning and had a few good, clean laughs to start my day. I've heard this skit since a friend introduced me to it as a teenager. Most of my friends know the words to this by heart, and we've recited the skit many times around East Tennessee campfires. It is a little under five minues long, but well worth listening to, especially if you've never heard it.

I couldn't live like that.

Audiobook Review: Geronimo by Alexander B. Adams

I just completed an audiobook biography, Geronimo, by Alexander B. Adams. One of the things I learned is that "Geronimo" is Spanish for "Jerome." Like many American boys, I grew up on tales of cowboys and Indians, and the Apaches were one of the fiercest tribes. Most history is, of course, written by the victors, and so it is not surprising that our own history books and culture presented the stories of the Old West in a light favorable to Europeans.

In recent decades, there has been a trend away from that, and the biography I just returned to the library falls into that category. Actually, the Apaches as a tribe are more the protagonist of the story than Geronimo himself, although he becomes more prominent in his tribe and in the story in the latter part of the tale. The story definitely leaves one with the feeling that Europeans did not deal with the Apaches honorably, though it certainly makes it clear that atrocities were committed on both sides.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Big Brown Wins Kentucky Derby

A horse named Big Brown just won the Kentucky Derby. Another horse broke both ankles during the race and was destroyed on the track. How sad.

Oreo Invasion of England

Check out this article on the Oreo invasion of Great Britain. We've been enjoying them lately ourselves.

Brooding


Stonecrop from Mighty Oak

Fifteen years ago, I bought a stonecrop plant (sedum) at a street fair in downtown Maryville. According to my Wildflowers of the Smokies book,
Mountain folklore claims that they act as barometers. If sedum
thrives near the home, good times will follow. Conversely, a withering
plant foreshadows death.

Because of this bit of superstition, I've always tried to keep the stonecrop plant happy and appeased. Imagine my horror, then, when for no apparent reason mine died this winter. I've been looking for a new plant to replace it, but I found a bumper crop in full flower down by the water at Mighty Oak. Bart was kind enough to allow me to dig up a small patch and bring it home. Mighty Oak stonecrop is bound to have good mojo.

Civilization Means Pizza

After hanging out here at the house most of the morning, I took Sarah to Uno's for pizza. Somehow, when you come out of the woods and back to civilization, there's nothing like a hot shower followed by a hot pizza! We got the classic Chicago-style pizza, and it was delightful.

After filling up on pizza, we picked up a few items from the grocery store, including a ham, which Sherry requested, and ran by the post office. Sherry and Jake and Joey just ate at the new Red Robin restaurant near Grams' house, and Sherry said it was really good. They are considering going to a demolition derby in Dickson tonight, which sounds like fun. We'll probably just hang out here at the homestead.

Princess of the Pines


Sarah models her princess gown.

Sarah's First Fish!

We're back from Mighty Oak, having fled this morning under skies threatening a deluge. We got out there a bit after noon yesterday, and I found one of the bamboo poles I cut for Joey and Jake to fish with last year. I tied a piece of line to it for Sarah, and I rigged up my old rod and reel as well.

I put Sarah on Bart's dock to fish around the pilings, and she caught a bream on her first piece of worm! She was very excited, and I got the obligatory photo, which I took on 35 mm, so it will be a while before I get it developed. She caught a second fish later in the day, and I caught one shortly after she caught her first one. She did even better catching caterpillars. She rounded up eight of them, one of which went into its cocoon overnight.

The rest of the gang showed up about two hours after we did, and we had a nice afternoon and evening in the woods. Camping is good for my soul.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Boar!

Here's a photograph of a wild boar my Uncle Mack shot. I'm not sure it this is the same one that hung in their rec room when we were kids or not, but it always used to give Les and La and me the willies. He sent me a film clip of him nailing it with a bow and arrow, and it squealed, well, like a stuck pig. I wish I had thought to post the clip before I deleted it.

Sarah's Memory

If I focus on memorizing something, I have a pretty good memory, which is handy for a lawyer. Most people who know me know I can about quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail verbatim. Sarah seems to have this trait as well. This morning she was reciting lines from James and the Giant Peach, and doing quite well at it.

Kentucky Derby

The Kentucky Derby is tomorrow. I'd like to see that one day. I'd also like to attend the Tennessee Walking Horse National Celebration in Shelbyville, Tennessee, which is about 45 minutes from Grandmother and Granddaddy's cabin in Estill Springs. It is August 20 through 30 this year, so I could make a birthday event out of it.

Calico Confrontation

Emma stares down Molly.

Molly stretches out on windowsill in sunroom.


Thursday, May 1, 2008

Law Day

Today is the 50th anniversary of Law Day, which was proclaimed by President Eisenhower in 1958. As a student of the law, history and political science, I am quite grateful that I was born into a society where the rule of law governs human interactions. There are still many places on the planet where human interactions are governed by violence, and when it comes down to basics, the law is society's alternative to violence. Be thankful for the law and for the judges and attorneys whose job it is to apply it to life. The alternative is unthinkable.

Frazier's Mom

Frazier's mom had heart surgery this morning. She is 90, but she made it through the surgery okay. Obviously, her condition is very serious.

Nashville and Mighty Oak

Sherry's heading to Nashville for a weekend with Grams and Jake and Joey tomorrow after work. Sarah has been talking about camping all week, so we're going to head out to Mighty Oak whenever I finish up business tomorrow, which will probably be around lunch time. I got a call from Biff, and he and Leah will be heading out there after work as well. They put their boat in the water out there last night.

Restaurant Review: Fox Pizza Den

I've been meaning to try a sandwich at nearby Fox Pizza Den. We've had their pizza, which is yummy, so today I stopped in for a grilled chicken sandwich for lunch. They toast, rather than steam their sandwiches as most local sandwich shops do. I prefer my sandwiches steamed, but I enjoyed the toasted sandwich I ate today.

Now that I'm fueled up, it is back to juvenile court for me!