That name still rings a bell in the Saks community where Pam was a member of the first graduating class (1962) at Saks High School.
The lady was and is a beauty with titles such as Miss Saks High, Miss Anniston, Miss Calhoun County Football and Miss Alabama USA on her resume.
All that is to tell you she “came home” this past week for the 50-year reunion of her class, but all her years since border on astounding . . . as a flight attendant for Pam Am Airways.
Frankly, she’s a bit lucky to be here.
She was on the last flight out of Saigon in April of 1975 when President Gerald Ford gave Pam Am permission for a last trip to get employees out of the besieged city.
The plane was packed with 500-plus, including Vietnamese who were also fleeing the city. The North Vietnamese army was closing in on the airport and Pam recalls a fighter plane crashing on the runway at liftoff.
An international attendant, Pam was based at such places as San Francisco, Hong Kong, London, and Indonesia, to name just a few.
She and her husband of 44 years, Thomas Taylor, now live in Inverness, Calif., near San Francisco.
This is a bit personal in that teenager Pam was in and out of our house on occasion, and my baby sister, Avis Smith Cotton and valedictorian of that first class, is still a close friend with Pam.
For beginners, Lucille was 99 on that date. She is the oldest member of my church, Blue Mountain Baptist, and has been a member since 1938. If my math is good (often it’s not), that’s 74 years.
Lucille calls NHC Place home and doesn’t make it to church now, but she loves watching baseball and football on the tube. She also loves having The Star and a book in her hand.
So, a belated “happy” to a really neat lady.
He is up for re-election and some good news is without opposition, a shoo-in for four more.
But some bad news, too.
In explaining his lack of opposition, Norred says:
“A friend of mine claims I’ve messed things up so much that nobody can straighten it out."
The man’s sense of humor is, so to speak, “a saving grace” . . . and I’m going to stop right there. He preaches “right at me” as it is and I don’t need to move the rocking chair any . . . if you get my drift.
More than a few say to look for Vaughn Stewart and Ann Welch in that runoff. And, in case you haven’t noticed, Tuesday next is election day.
Me: “Clyde, have I told you this story before?” Clyde: “Not today, you haven’t.”
Well, I’ve figured that one out. You reach a certain age and nothing new happens to you so you go into repeat.
So . . . if I’ve told you this story before, be kind.