Chick
Just got back from visiting with my Great Aunt Lescia up in Georgetown. She’ll be 89 Tuesday, but since I can’t be around for anything she might be doing then, I had to get my time in with her today. She’s a great old gal in the West Texas fashion and still going strong.
If I weren’t a fool, I’d get myself up there some day when it’s just me and her and chat her up about the old days with pen and paper. She’s always telling me to, but that’s one of the curses of relative youth: a tendency to invincible procrastination.
If only there were some consequence!
