Friday is Pie Day
Wednesday was my last day of classes. Summer began. We were out of town yesterday for a pre-planned trip.
So on this, my first day of the summer, I went back to work.
But only for a few hours. There was a camera to be checked back in. There were a few more things to do around the office. There was one more cafeteria lunch to eat. Fridays are two buck lunch, featuring delicious fried chicken, vegetables and two full desert bars (which I narrowly avoided today). That can’t be passed up.
And then the boss and I sat down to do a little research. We’re looking for living relatives of the founder of the original journalism program at Samford University. Jasper Hutto started the program in 1916. His youngest daughter died just last year. She still has two sons, Hutto’s grandson’s living today.
We’re hoping to find out if they have any memories of their grandfather that we can add to our department’s history. (Samford’s journalism program is one of the oldest in the country.)
So that was the afternoon of my first summer day. Not a bad use of time. I’ll probably go back one day next week to do a little more work.
Finally got a haircut this afternoon. I tried earlier this week, but the wait was too long. I returned to the same place today. I drew the woman with the two pack a day, big bottle of bourbon habit. She’s a nice lady, very talkative. Her voice is deeper than Bea Arthur’s.
She gives a good haircut, though.
For Pie Day we visited the Homewood Jim ‘N’ Nicks. The McAlisters were there. So was Andre. This was the restaurant that was in the Western Sizzlin ad I put on Tumblr last week.
We came home and watched The Dark Knight, which I picked up at the library last week. We’d watched it opening weekend and again at the dollar theater. I’m still finding new things in the movie.
We watched Swing Vote last night. I feel asleep toward the end, so I don’t know if Kelsey Grammer or Dennis Hopper was elected. I have a theory that anytime you fall asleep in a Kevin Costner movie that’s a sign you shouldn’t watch it again.
I was going to watch another movie tonight, but I felt the urge to nod off during a history of Appalachia. That’s also a sign.
