GRITS

This entry is dedicated to my good friend Lena and all the other GRITS in my life. For those of you who don’t know, that stands for Girls Raised In The South! Lena and I were once as thick as thieves as they say, although I don’t think we ever “stole” anything, well maybe the laundry cart at Caraway, but that was really Howard, not us. We spent many hours lamenting over the lack of “real men” in Raleigh and why everything we loved to eat was not on the Weight Watchers plan (pre points). Thank God we finally found our men, but I am still a professional weight watcher. How many Snickers bars can I eat and still claim to be on a diet???

Lena is one of the few people I know that loves all kinds of music from bluegrass to Handel, and we covered it all. I still don’t know how those guys got that baby grand in your upstairs apartment! I cherish all those hours we spent singing all our favorite songs. One day we’re gonna do that again, I promise.

We had some great road trips: the beach trip where you got your feet sunburned (you know better!), the catatonic rides on the parkway, and the endless miles we logged without actually leaving Wake County! In fact, we had fun wherever we were. Who can forget my legendary “Sister Act” party? You make a great lounge singer!

Time moves on, but the feelings in our hearts remain, so even though I haven’t seen you in a coon’s age, you are never far from my thoughts. Thanks for putting a song in my heart. Love ya, miss ya, bye.