Mockingbirdisms Sara at Mockingbirdisms has it figured out of what life is like in northwest Tennessee.

And at Reelfoot Lake, no less. The site of our annual church fish and chicken picnic that we'd held ever since most of us were in diapers. The little red wreck of a train no longer ran and no one thought to bring a volleyball net to set up the Battle of the Baptists, but nevertheless, the people came and with them came all the fish, chicken and usual fixin's of a picturesque spread of a typical Baptist buffet. Five hundred kinds of macaroni and cheese, vinegar and mayo slaw, sweet potato casseroles topped with marshmallows and raisins, white, brown, black and red beans, fried okra, chips and salsa and desserts of all colors and tastes of the rainbow. Much to my delight, Carol Barker had remembered to bring her ice cream cupcakes. I brought my baseball glove and an extra glove and threw the ball with my brother's friend Michael Wilson. "You throw like a girl," I kidded.

Go check her writing out. She's got her Harper Lee on. And, yeah, she works at the paper, but this my friends is where she shines.  ¶ 9/12/2006 02:45:00 PM