Thursday, November 19, 2009
So, as I said in the listing of the other spice cabinet, we had the pig loaded, the cats scatted away, back inside the barn, and me and old lady Scantland, a retired “country call girl” were walking up the hill toward her house. (“Call girl” isn’t a good term to use in her case. When she was in her prime and active there wasn’t but a couple phones in the entire county.)
