October 16, 2010
Photo by Vicki Harris
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‘That’s not the way my mama does it,” he said and it must have taken everything I had not to knock him senseless. Granted, it was more than 20 years ago ... but I am certain I gazed upon him not so kindly. It actually may have been our very first newlywed bone of contention. His mama’s way was perfectly fine and produced wonderful results, I could attest. But my way was just as good.
I am so sad that the Braves are finished, that Bobby is done, and that my evenings and Sunday afternoons all of a sudden seem a lot less interesting without the tomahawk chant as background music.