My brother, Hollis lives in another city. We talk on the phone now and then. Sunday night he called and apologized for not answering my call. He said they didn’t get to the phone before I hung up. I told him I had not called. He said, “Yes, you did, the phone rang and your number was on the caller ID.” I said, “Well, I beg you'alls pardon, but I did not call you or anyone. I haven’t been on the phone all day.” He said, “How did your number get on my caller ID?” I said, “ I don’t know, but I guess whoever is behind this thinks we need to talk to each other, so lets talk.” Then I told him how I accidentally called our brother, Ray a few weeks ago. So we talked about Ray for awhile, and then we got on the subject of our father, and we both had good things to say about him. I don’t remember what else we talked about and when I hung up I remembered something I forgot to tell him, so I called back. He was in the shower by then so I talked to Dar, my sister-in-law, for another 30 minutes.
Conclusion of the story is that I have a magical phone and it calls people that I need to talk to. Who needs a secretary?
I learned something new this weekend that I bet you have not heard of. Do you peel a banana from the stem down and sometimes you can’t break the stem over so you need a knife. Well, turn the banana over and squeeze the end of it a little and break the skin and peel it from that end. Probably everybody already knows about that, but I never get out of the box. I was still doing it like my mama taught me when I was 3 years old.
|This is Hollis and Dar|
|This is my brother, Ray.|
|This is Hollis as a freckled faced kid.|
He always had a beaming smile