Before long, I will be heading South for my annual cousins' reunion. This will be our eighth year getting together on the old homestead where my grandparents raised cotton. . . and four children. It is a fun time and one in which we look forward to all year.
We enjoy target shooting, walking the land, fishing, and just telling tall tales that get bigger every year. Like the time when we were kids and there was a dead white bird with a long neck at one end of the pond. Someone used a small branch to prop up the bird and Kenny, who was at the far end of the pond, shot it with his rifle. "YOU GOT IT, KENNY!" From his view, he thought the bird was alive and for a short while (well, depending on who you believe), Kenny thought he had hit it!
It is a two day drive down and two day drive back for me. Yes, I am tired after that. But it is a welcome change of pace for me. I drive along on the interstate and watch Spring come alive the further South I drive, listening to my satellite radio, and enjoying the scenery. I drive through or around 8 large cities but out on the open highway, it is a relaxing drive with no schedule to meet and being my own boss.
It is important to keep in touch with your roots and believe me when I tell you, nobody has the kind of crazy, colorful relatives that I was blessed with. There will be a lot of laughs. Political correctness? What's that?
Watch for pictures in future posts.
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