tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11011055.post113925671922062950..comments2023-10-11T10:27:33.779-04:00Comments on Monday Morning: JohnnyRachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471819148289485322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11011055.post-1140478924141542342006-02-20T18:42:00.000-05:002006-02-20T18:42:00.000-05:00Aiden: I'm glad you liked it. I sat down to write ...Aiden: I'm glad you liked it. I sat down to write about the Michigan landscape or some such thing, hadn't thought of Johnny Height in years, but he popped up before I'd completed two paqragraphs and demanded center stage. I think I owed penance for what I did to him.<BR/><BR/>Ah, Brandy. Oh, there are so many great characters from my childhood. And what great names. I found a letter the other day from a girl named Mindy Plumpton.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, thanks for reading.Rachael Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11471819148289485322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11011055.post-1140153490505790412006-02-17T00:18:00.000-05:002006-02-17T00:18:00.000-05:00Hey, Rachael. I still check up on this blog regul...Hey, Rachael. I still check up on this blog regularly, enjoying good writing and all...<BR/><BR/>Anyway, this post I really did love. The description of Johnny stands out vividly and brings back my own childhood memories of neighborhood "heathens". Also, your description of little Brandy really did make me laugh out loud. Love it, love it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11011055.post-1139583070776125562006-02-10T09:51:00.000-05:002006-02-10T09:51:00.000-05:00Jason Heatwohl? mmm..hmm. They were the most heath...Jason Heatwohl? mmm..hmm. They were the most heathen people on Locke. They and the various occupants of the white house right next-door to theirs (Maybe the house was possessed).<BR/><BR/> Do you remember Dusty and Brandy? A four-year-old girl with an alcoholic first name was just as bad as "Reefer".<BR/><BR/>I think I lied in my story, because I know I sat on the backyard swingset with Brandy, talking about Jesus. It made perfect sense to me that God was in every place, all the time, But Brandy had more trouble with it. <BR/><BR/>She looked past me at the tree which held up half the swingset (also second base), wrinkled her nose and said, "Is Jenus in the tree?"<BR/><BR/>The more I explained the more confused she became and she just kept saying, "Is Jenus in the tree?" <BR/><BR/>Finally I reasoned that, in a way, she was right, because that maple tree was in the genus, Acer, and that was close enough. I told her Genus was in the tree and she could go home.<BR/><BR/>Not all minds were made for lofty things, and among the least of these was a dirty four-year old named Brandy.Rachael Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11471819148289485322noreply@blogger.com