Like rama lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong . . .”
From Memphis with love . . . Belatedly
Sid, Lincoln, Rachel and Prairie drove 9 hours to visit us several weeks ago. Sidney had a good hour or so where he felt strong enough to walk through the Pyramid that houses the Bass Pro Shop and and a balcony that overlooks the Mississippi River.
The heat and Sidney’s fatigue kept us indoors, but Sidney and Lincoln had “Bro Time,” watching movies and chatting about . . . the things teenage boys chat about, while Sid and I took the girls out.
After they returned to North Carolina, Sidney and I were in a lonely funk when we got a call from perfect strangers, who happened to be friends of our friends. These stranger-friends-of-our-friends happened to be in Memphis and wanted to visit us.
So we said “Sure!” and they did. And we took a selfie, and we are not strangers any more.