I spent another long morning down at the rail yard. I hiked all the way from where the old train station used to be to the end of that old dilapidated cotton mill. One thing about walking the tracks is you get to see the backside of town. I did get to see two trains which thrilled my soul. I waved vigorously at the engineer as one train passed.
Good Helen is already here. She is washing my sheets and comforters. Soon, she will get supper started. She is frying pork chops and preparing rutabagas, mashed potatoes, pear salad, and cornbread muffins. My mouth is already watering.
Folks, I really don't know what to write these days. This is the first time in the life of this blog that I have nothing to say or write. Hopefully, this writer's block will pass.