That’s me on the relatively cool porch across the street from my carport home. Every morning I walk over to the neighbor’s house after breakfast to try to beat the South Carolina heat. I stay there – keeping an eye on any activities in my carport – until the late afternoon when I come “home” for snacks or supper, preferably both. Brothers and Sisters, it takes a village when you hustle on the street, and I’ve got this routine nailed down. My mama didn’t raise no fool. Oh, that’s right. My mama didn’t raise me at all.
I’m a survivor, though.
Finally trained the old white-haired woman for delicious meals
Gotta stay fresh
Stay safe, stay sane, stay cool and please stay tuned.