So, we’re making some waves in Irvine, Kentucky. Those old boys who eat at dawn at the Lunch Box couldn’t leave us alone…you know how it is when there are two new women in a roomful of small-town old timers. They asked enough questions to figure out what we do for a living, and that sent ripples all through town. When I went back to our little table to pick up the Irvine Citizen Voice & Times, I caught them asking, “Do you think them girls is married, or…?”. It’s that “or…” that makes this so much fun these days.
And then we went to the hardware store. You know how I love pocket knives, Reader, and I found myself standing before a huge display of Case knives. The guy who owned the place said he just got in a bunch of pink knives. “The ladies all love them,” he said, and then he went to get one. I looked at him. “Look at me,” I said. “Do I look like I’d want a pink knife?” He looked me over. “Well, do you want to buy a couple of draft horses?,” he asked.
Now we’re talkin’.
Not Alice 