I took my mother to Mount Vernon Restaurant on South Broad Street just south of Chattanooga before her cognitive acuity had completely failed her. We ate collard greens. Afterward, we drove up Lookout Mountain, and then on to Hixson to look at our old house on Brynwood Drive.
En route, I drew a brick house to her attention and confessed that when I was in third grade I coaxed Perry Anne Davis to show me her pussy in its basement. We shared an immediate and intense belly laugh.
"Greg," she howled, "you just won't do!"
A perfect day in the life.
