On every door the management had placed a photograph of the person so they could find their room. As he went by he saw face after face of someone who used to be young.
He had done it all, from barnstorming to crop dusting, and had even flown a Davis Waco with the Baby Ruth Flying Circus.
But in August 1945, Americans.
He had done it all, from barnstorming to crop dusting, and had even flown a Davis Waco with the Baby Ruth Flying Circus. It was an advertising blitz unlike anything the country had ever seen. Billy would fly over county and state fairs, racetracks, and crowded beaches in his red and white plane, dropping hundreds of tiny rice paper parachutes – each one bearing a small Baby Ruth candy bar – on the crowds below.
Those memories were still there, and tonight, he sat searching for them, just like always, grabbing at moonbeams. Every once in a while he would catch one and take a ride, and it was like magic.
I think most people are confused about life, because it’s not just one thing going on,” said Elner. “It’s many things going on at the same time. Life is both sad and happy, simple and complex, all at the same time.
My Aunt Bess is about sixty-five years old and has never been married. She told me that they may put “Miss” on her tombstone, but that she hasn’t missed a thing.
Honey, that’s one thing you be sure and you get on right away, is your Medicaid, you don’t want to be caught without that.
You may not be the person your mother wants you to.
I believe in God, but I don’t think you have to go crazy to prove it.” – Smokeys dad, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.
Seated in a car full of women, squashed between his six-foot landlady and Sybil Underwood, having to listen to them talk nonstop all the way to Atlanta and back, was too much for him to bear.
His motto: “Screw the little people.” He had lied before, and he would lie again. Ethics were for suckers.
As recent immigrants, they wanted their children to speak and read English well. Miss.
Marry a nearsighted man and you’ll never look old.
A person lives for years, touches so many people, and then at the end winds up just a small picture and a few paragraphs in the paper, the paper gets thrown away, and it’s all over.
Even when I was failing math and everything else and I was feeling so bad about myself, you sat down with me and said, “Honey, there are those who do well at math, and then there are those, like yourself, who have been blessed with a creative mind and a wonderful imagination. I just know you are going on to do great things.” You’ll never know how you changed my life that day.
Clyde. This here’s Bonnie.
What can I tell you about the town? I suppose if you had driven through it back.
Once you’ve been to Milwaukee, you’re never the same.
After the boy at the supermarket had called her those names, Evelyn Couch had felt violated. Raped by words. Stripped of Everything.