August 2019
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it. Enjoy, let us hear from you, and don’t forget to tell people where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it.
Enjoy, let us hear from you, and don’t forget to tell people where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
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Bill rubbed his cheeks with the palm of his hands. “Yeah, we used to call them gut bombs. We’d pile them in after a late<br />
night or during finals.”<br />
Kyle flipped the menu over and looked at the beer selection.<br />
“You party a lot when you were in school?”<br />
“Yeah, I suspect I did” Bill offered candidly, “until I met your mother. She helped me grow up quite a bit. Good thing for<br />
you, she’s been working on you all these years so you don’t make the same mistakes I did.”<br />
Kyle smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”<br />
Bill spoke up quickly. “No I mean it, and as a compliment. You are a much more mature young man than I was at your age.<br />
I am really proud of you.”<br />
“What mistakes did you make?”<br />
Bill poked at his salad. “Wasted a lot of time I suppose, drinking beer and playing darts. Certainly, those things are okay.<br />
I just didn’t really have a rudder or a sail. I was stuck in neutral. I wasn’t in church. I wasn’t hitting the books. As we have<br />
always told you, we don’t expect you to be perfect. My version of imperfect was a lot about a lack of direction. I got lost<br />
in the shadows.”<br />
Kyle listened. He had asked and heard this all before, but there was a certain reassurance in that the story and the<br />
expectation on him had never changed. He too had made his share of mistakes in high school but the doorway home had<br />
always remained unlocked and open.<br />
The bell above the door chimed and a bunch of kids piled through talking and laughing loudly. They looked so young to<br />
Bill, but in actuality they were probably juniors and seniors. Kyle’s attention perked up and he studied them intently. The<br />
conversation dropped while Kyle observed their every movement.<br />
“Guess it is getting to be that time” Bill prompted, his eyes fixated on a faded picture of the 1985 conference champs that<br />
hung over the juke-box.<br />
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