Tweenie

=Tweenie=

It was the summer of '84 when I was going out the Door of Childhood and shooting head-on into the automatic Door of Adolescence. I remember it was probably the last summer I had spent at least two months in Alabama. Talledega to be specific; it was likely to be the last time I would ever see my grandparents together, happy. "Gimme my grits, woman!" he would yell with his husky, beard-filled utterance. Then she would answer in her soft, soothing voice, "J.C., wait! They're comin'!: I knew exactly why he was so impatient for her food, especially her grits; it was because "they was good!"

More to come.....