I had one of those dreams the other night. One of my little lawyer friends is in Oxford, Miss. Her name is Marge. She has an adult daughter named Riley. In my dream, Riley was getting married. And I was going to grace the event with my singing voice.
It was a measure of Sunny and Eli s utter desperation I had been called upon by them to come babysit the girls while they tended to some adult business offsite. Eli began by giving me the drill.
"Do you know how to play Hangman, Uncle Paul?" asked 6-year-old Hattie after dinner out on the deck during a rare break in the lousy weather of late winter-early spring Little Rock.
I saw a couple of Mormons in my neighborhood the other day. I assume that s what they were. Two young men. Dark trousers, white short-sleeve shirts, neckties. They were each armed with a book of some sort. My guess was either a Bible or a Book of Mormon. Maybe they had both titles on them between the two of them.