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A true Southern Belle, Grandmother Rutledge would sew me pretty outfits. She was a proficient seamstress and Mom as well. It partly explains my fashion sickness. One in particular, I loved. It was a pink plaid skirt and shirt combination. The unique thing I loved about it was the back of the shirt was designed like a ‘X’ from the arm holes. I was young enough to wear it bra-less. I was under 10 at that time. I wore it to Cotswold Elementary one day and felt like the belle of the ball. It was a ‘peacock feathers’ kind of day for me so I didn’...
A taco place in Blacksburg seemed like a good place to eat. We wanted to try it out... We enter the dim establishment. I notice ivy and plants all around the greenhouse-like establishment. It was and still is not an accessible place. The exterior of the restaurant is white stucco with a greenhouse attached to the left. We had shellfish of some sort. We would pay dearly for this decision later. The conversation was mediocre. I don’t remember much of it. I remember more about the place rather than the person I was with. The food was seemingl...
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Cacophony A world of noises By EZLiving A life in jest August 1996 “Whirrrr”... the sound reached my ear. I sidled up next to Mom and put my right hand into her left elbow crook. “What is that noise?” I asked. Mom asked me to describe the sound I just heard. “It’s a Whirrr noise that seems high pitched”. I pointed to my left as we crossed the busy intersection in downtown Charlottesville, VA on our way to Little John’s Deli. “Oh wow, I cannot believe you can hear that. That sound is the air brakes of the car that just went through th...
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