Mississippi Gentleman

The Mississippi gentleman was back in town this week. Every time we meet I am more impressed by his genteel nature, his belief in the way things should still be done, his manners and his wealth of knowledge. Rarely do I like someone instantly but from the moment we first met I realized I was in the presence of a true gentleman. He is always impeccably dressed if not a little flamboyantly and I have yet to hear him utter a harsh word about anyone. He is considering making North Augusta his home; we would be lucky to have him if he does.
Ok, I have a confession to make. When I was growing up I swore I would never color my hair; I thought it vain and that it would be denying the fact that we age. I now color my hair but that was the extent of trying to make myself appear younger than my years. At least that was true until a month ago. One day I was walking into a store, looked up and saw someone staring back at me in the reflection and wondered just who that older looking person was until I realized it was me. My heart sank. My interior still feels young but my exterior is showing that is not true. Panic set in immediately. My mind raced for solutions knowing logically there were none but faced with what I saw in the mirror it still searched. Going under the knife is totally out of the question; not only is it cost prohibitive but I am a chicken. So I fell for a remedy on television which, of course, did not work, knew it wouldn’t work but followed the routine faithfully for three weeks; nothing, zip, nada, no improvement whatsoever. Thank goodness I can send it back and thank goodness I have come to my senses. I’m aging, I get it and I intend to make the best of it now.
How sad it was when I drove out to visit my friends at Artistic Floral only to discover a closed sign, everything boxed and ready to move out and no one waiting inside with a smile or a joke. I have no idea why they closed but it is sad that they did.
For a few weeks I have been trying to get the street sweeper to make a pass on our street. The first call I made resulted in a one time effort that only partially did the job. I called back and thanked them for that but since then he has ignored us. I have made another call with no results. Not only does it look bad but the amount of leaves and trash are running into the sewer system with every rain can’t be a good thing. I wonder what one has to do?