George has a new job. He is working 3rd shift at the local Wal-Mart distribution center.
"I liked to have never stayed awake all night last night," he told me this morning.
This morning I was over at George's to put freon in the air conditioning system in his car. He was afraid to do it without help.
"Where did you get the freon?" I asked George
You learn something new everyday.
"Got at Fred's dollar store for a dollar a can," George replied to my shock.
George's mom cooked sausage, gravy, and biscuits. It was a thoroughly decadent breakfast for this modest southern man. George's mom even sent Maggie home leftovers from dinner the day before. Cubed fried steak. I was almost tempted to eat it myself, but my love for Maggie won out.