Sometimes when I am covered up with files and matters and cases and feel overwhelmed with t he requirements of the day and the week and the week to come, my mind drifts to other places, former homes and places dear to me. I have been thinking of Hopkinsville and Clarksville and South Christian County and I can travel to a barbecue at St. Elmo where young girls are singing gospel songs and the pork is sublime with flavor and I just might catch a glance from a cute blonde girl or I might be watching a football game at the municipal stadium and the other team fumbles near the goal line and the students stand up and start yelling, "Let's go Peay!"
Or we might be driving up to Pennyrile Park where my cousin will get his head stuck in a revolving gate and we will watch the ranger work his head out of the gate or I will watch some men catching catfish with their bare hands in the shallows of the lake. And the sun will shine through the leaves as we head back to Hoptown where we will sit on the back porch and eat frozen popsicles until it is time to go back inside for supper.
Or the Greenwood barbecue is on and we are eating barbecued chicken with a wonderful peppery flavor and cole slaw and baked beans. Iced tea. And it is summer and the blackberries are thick on the bushes in the low areas and my grandmother will make the sweet and tart blackberry cobbler, served with vanilla ice cream. That is Summer.
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