As I walk around the entire community, I’m having a monstrous montage of flashbacks full of fun memories of yesteryear. I’m transported back in time and everybody’s here and alive and so happy. Good people are everywhere and I apologize to “the good old days” for taking them for granted. I have a hyper-evolved sensory system that causes me to see the world through the eyes of a kid in a raincoat. Having the ability to capture people’s attention through literature is one of the greatest essential essences of intelligence and when you have a love and compassion for your community and all its residents, there is no better platform than the local paper to share that love. This unique intuitive ontological awareness allows me to see the magic that’s not on the map. In 2017, I was given the amazing opportunity to write my unique stories and columns in my beloved hometown newspaper, the Enterprise-Tocsin. Since the world of writing and columns has absolutely everything, I realized that in the absence of nothing, you must give a bargain. And the bargain that I bring is me. I mean the best of me. Even though there are lots of great writers and great storytellers in the world, I don’t think anyone can tell my story better than me. Eye-witness testimony is the greatest evidence, according to my calculations and masterful memory, and sharing something that happened to me personally translates into authenticity. However, it’s a very difficult situation when heroes die and loved ones lose their ability, or never take the opportunity, to praise or bestow their adulation and affection upon their heroes. It creates an excruciating mental and physical agony, because loved ones never had the closure of letting their hero know just how much they loved and appreciated them. Back in the ‘80s legendary rock/pop band Journey had an amazing song called “Girl Can’t Help It” in which Steve Perry mind-blowingly vocals a verse, “If she could show him the letter her heart forgot to send,” which said it all. How much love can one human have for the humanity of his hometown? Well, while I was reaching for the stars, I touched the heavens and fell in love with my home community. With this in mind, please look forward to seeing me pay tribute to the fallen and sing praises for the living in many of my upcoming columns.
With this in mind, I’d like to congratulate SCCSD’s construction/carpentry teacher, Mr. Allen “Todd” Owens, and his lovely, intelligent fiancée, educational specialist Miss Lora L. Dean, on their wedding engagement. However, here’s my ominous warning to both of them – if I don’t get an invitation, after I awaken from a Johnny Depp-induced coma, I’m coming to the ceremony as the drunken uncle, push the pastor down, and pick a fight with everybody at the wedding. Also much love and super shout-outs to the cutest caterer in the county, Mrs. Karen Farrow, and her husband, my boxing brother, the man without limits, Mr. Napoleon Farrow. Also much love to the awesome agents of understanding and intellect at the Henry M. Seymour Public Library in Indianola, Vickie Lewis, Hannah McClee, Gail Brinston, Catharine Stephens, Cassandra Wilson and Veronica Warren. Also shouts-out to the sultans of style and sophistication, Mr. Solomon Strong, Mr. Elvis Pernell, Judge Gwendolyn Pernell, Mrs. Robin Rosenthal, Bishop Kim Randle, Mr. Scottie Galloway, and everybody else in the county. Love you guys…
