Ever wonder how much trouble it is to place a phone call to some other country? Well it takes a lot of talk and plenty of waiting I found out Saturday night when I attempted to place a call to San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador.
Maria Silva, Spanish teacher at Macon High had been trying to call her parents for three days after receiving a telegram stating that her mother had undergone surgery and was asking for her.
Miss Silva, who visits us occasionally, was telling Catherine and I how she was worried about her mother and couldn't get through to speak to her father.
So I decided to try my luck at placing the overseas call, which took two hours and having to place the call four times, finally telling the overseas operator that it was an emergency.
Maria only talked to her father about three minutes but she said more in the three minutes in Spanish that I could have said in an hour, or at least it sounded that way to me.
Last Friday night, I along with eight or nine others were invited to a stag party on Dale Hollow lake, with the affair being put on by Demps Breeding and Roger Thackston, who are both pretty fair cooks.
For supper Friday night we had the largest steaks I ever saw. I mean they were wash tub size, and then early Saturday morning it was country ham and eggs, with Carl Baker making the red-eye gravy.
I have seen a lot of people eat, but no doubt James Elder can top most all of them, including known big eater J.E. Blankenship. Junior Elder put away one of the giant size steaks in nothing flat, just like it was a capsule, and then topped it off with half of another one. Then he had the nerve to ask Demps what was for dessert.
When I made the picture of 100-year-old Ma East, I asked her if she remembered me. She turned to one of her daughters, Mrs. Hester Carter, and wanted to know my name. “That's Charles Gregory,” Mrs. Carter answered. Ma said, “Why sure I know that little scrapper.”
I got to thinking that Ma was 65 years old when I was born.
The human heart beats a lot of times. Just think how many times her heart has beaten in 100 years.
Thirteen has to be my lucky number. Last Saturday afternoon at the UT-Auburn football game I dropped one of the tickets out of my coat pocket when I parked the car and didn't realize it until two hours later when we started in the gate. Returning to the car parked in a large parking lot with the intentions of listening to the game on the radio I looked down beside the car and there the ticket was, face up, and probably no less than 1,000 people had walked by the car without picking it up. And you know, the ticket was Seat No. 13.
Tommy Chitwood, who was with me at the game said, “Well you saw two games today, the one you had already given up on seeing, and the one you got to see after finding the ticket.”
Gary Wright, a member of the MTSU football team and a former Macon High Tiger, scored a touchdown against Chattanooga last Saturday. Not only was it Gary's first touchdown for the season but it was the first time he has carried the ball as an offensive fullback.
Want to make your wife mad? Then all you have to do is have a load of lime spread on your yard and I guarantee you she will be mad. Not only did I have the yard limed but the dust covered the inside of the garage, the carport, front porch, and one of the bedrooms where the window was open. It looked like it had snowed inside the bedroom.