"Ken broke my leg!!!"

My dad grew up with a brother 2 years and 1 day younger than him. At some point in their childhood (I think when he was about 8 or 10), Tim had to have braces put on his legs for about 2 years. Something to do with the muscles in his legs. So, for those two years he had to be very careful and missed out on a lot of sports, etc. So, finally, it was time to take the braces off. That afternoon, he and my dad and a bunch of neighborhood kids played baseball in the front yard. Somehow, the ball ended up on the roof.

"I'll go get it!" Tim volunteered.

So, he climbed up to the roof, retrieved the ball, and said "Ken, throw me the bat. I'm gonna see how far I can hit it from up here."

So, my dad throws the bat at (I mean to) his brother, hits him with it, and knocks him off the roof.

"Ow! Ow! You broke my leg! You broke my leg!!!!" Tim bawled.

"I did not. Quit bein' such a stinkin' baby."

"Get mama! Tell her you broke my leg!"

"I'm not tellin' her I broke your leg! She'll whip the tarnation out of me!"

"Go get mama. Oh, you broke my leg, you broke my leg!"

Sure enough, Tim's leg was broken. Two years in metal braces followed by 6-8 weeks in a plaster cast. And my father lived to tell about it. :)

I think Nan would be proud

I "cooked Southern" this week. I do it on occasion, but it makes A LOT of dishes. This time around we had friend chicken tenders (homemade with free range all-natural chicken because I've gotten freakishly OCD about meat and where it comes from), rice grits with red pea gravy, and green beans cooked with ham hocks. All I can say is, "YUM!" And the best part was, all 4 of us ate it. Woo-hoo. :)



The only thing missing was Nanny's fried cornbread. Shoot. I'll make that next time, for sure. (What's one more pot when you've already used 4??) :)