AT THE TOP, there is this from Susan Waldron:
“Just a small correction regarding the D-Day anniversary. Your statement, ‘a gold star said a son had died in battle’ was not completely accurate. My grandmother was a gold-star mother, but not because she lost a son in battle.
“Her loss was her oldest daughter, an Army nurse who was killed in North Africa during WWII. Let’s not forget all the women who served and continue to serve in our Armed Forces.” The grandmother was Mary Lucetta Williams who called Gravois, Mo., home. She also had three sons in the war, two in the Army and one in the Air Force.
Susan, thanks very much for your letter. It is a reminder that women did and do serve. And the war effort would have been sadly lacking had it not been for the thousands of women who went to the factories to build our guns while their men carried them.
It is also a reminder that male chauvinism is not entirely dead in our society and, in this case, I have to plead guilty.
QUOTABLE: “Gatlinburg is the Panama City of the mountains.” — Anniston attorney Jim Campbell.
THAT FACE-LIFT at Sunny King Ford is sort of funky. At times, I like it, other times not so sure.
Main thing it says is Patty King won’t be leaving Anniston’s “Motor Mile” for Oxford. That’s good news ... and she is a nice lady, too.
ONE MORE piece of evidence that you’re a lousy proofreader when reading your own “stuff” is in the Wednesday column on Jerry Pinkston’s memorial services.
In listing those who took over the pulpit, I managed to do fine with Jackie Sparks. When I came to the preacher, I wrote Carlton and didn’t use his last name.
Make it read Rev. Carlton Weathers, pastor at Grace Fellowship, a sports nut and a really good guy. Like most preachers, he can also be a bit long. But prior to Jerry’s service, he bet me 50 cents he could hold his remarks to less than 20 minutes.
When he finished, he looked at his watch and then at me and said (with a full house as witness), “George, 19 minutes and 43 seconds. You owe me 50 cents.”
I told him “I’m giving you a dollar.”
And I did.
SO WHERE did the time go?
That hit Tuesday when I caught up with Debby Boone after 35 years.
You do remember Debby, don’t you? Daughter of Pat Boone. Debby was a star in her own right, hitting the big time charts with such hits as You Light Up My Life.
In case you haven’t caught it, Debby is now doing a TV commercial for a product called Lifestyle Lift. The deal is it will make you look like a teen-ager. It’s working for the 56-year-old Debby. She’s still a looker.
In that there is a memory.
It is 1978 and four or five Alabama sports writers are killing time in the Omaha, Neb., airport, waiting for a “puddle-hopper” to Lincoln where the Tide is playing Nebraska the next day.
Glancing over my shoulder I see this guy and this lady, holding close, singing, and slow dancing. Pointing the couple out to my buddies, it occurs to me I’ve seen the guy before. That’s when I notice his white buck shoes.
“Guys, that’s Pat Boone and his daughter Debby.”
It was. The two were on the way to a show in Lincoln and were on the same commuter plane. Did a lot of chatting, got an invitation to the show that night.
We didn’t go, but the Boones made that short flight from Omaha to Lincoln memorable. Nice, very nice people.
George Smith can be reached at 256-239-5286 or e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org