Blue Ridge and Diarrhea-of-the-mouth

Mrs. Edna from my childhood days would’ve said those ladies had diarrhea-of-the-mouth.

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This is the lunch counter where it happened, where I learned a lesson about myself. You see, friends, I am on a journey. And I’m not talking about going up to Virginia and loving the mountains, although that is such a glorious journey that I am ready to take any ole time! I’m talking about a healing journey. I’m learning a lot about myself and trying to listen to the Lord’s lessons.

After my son and I ordered coffee and I was rewarded with hearing how I should not allow him to drink coffee, the counter attendant and a customer inquired about our reasons for being in their town–the second oldest in Tennessee. I explained that my son JonBoy and I were on our way to meet the Waltons’ John Boy, Richard Thomas, in Schuyler, Virginia.

With our coffee the attendant served up, “Well, that’s the LEAST of my worries–meeting Richard Thomas!” Then the customer who was apparently a friend of the attendant-waitress began a discussion about Continue reading “Blue Ridge and Diarrhea-of-the-mouth”

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