
I remember the morning of February 4, 1959 (over 50 years ago... ugh!) when we lived in Macon, Georgia... I was 12 years old and had just started listening to rock and roll on the radio. It was a VERY cold morning for central Georgia and there was no heat on the school bus. The bus stopped to pick up John Nutting. John lived across the road from Sambo Jones, a boy I was in the Boy Scouts with. This is Sambo's house... it looks like a Southern mansion, doesn't it? During the summer we would ride Sambo's horses without a saddle or bridle in the field behind this house. The horses' pasture was on the way home from the Hollis' swimming pool just up the road where we swam every summer:

Well, I hope you enjoyed those two favorites of mine.
Let me know how your sprout growing is coming along? Do you like sprouts?... your Mommy and I do!
I love you, Ethan,
Granddaddy
PS. Call me sometime 931-598-9160.
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