Me and Pat Had Our Moment!

Published: Thursday, February 28, 2013 at 09:53 AM.

            A couple of years later, I was seeing life a little bit differently. At the end of a church hayride, on an extra dark night when no one was looking I kissed Charlotte Melton right on the mouth. I’m not sure it was true love but it was our little secret. I was getting in bed an hour later when Leon peers over me, “How was it?”

            “How was what?” I tried to act as cool as a cucumber.   

            “The kiss, dummy……I want to hear all about it.”

             Buddy Wiggleton greeted me at school the next day, “Kes, are you and Charlotte going together?” Suzie Cozart didn’t say a word, but she giggled all through first period, lunch and Miss Clark’s English class. Mrs. Ingram, the librarian for goodness sakes, sidled over to our table during study hall and asked right out loud if Charlotte and I were an item now. I’m telling you, there was some kind of tom toms, electro magnetic force or Windtalkers running rampant through the whole school! 

            When Leon and Nicky Joe “borrowed” the red light off the police car and hooked it up to the jukebox out at Frank’s Dairy Bar…..it went across the wires immediately. No tweet, pager, instant text or shouting it out the window could have been any quicker. Aaron Pinson, our dedicated police chief, didn’t even consider anyone else. I’m not so sure here if it was good detective work or Lon and Nick’s reputations preceding them. I know it was pretty cool to push B-18 and have Johnny Horton come on singing “North to Alaska” as the red spiraling light flashed across the forty cent hamburger sign. I grabbed Pat Stone and we did the “Eskimo hop” all around the room.

            Of course, there was another side to this coin in our wonderful little town. If someone was injured, hurt or sick, neighbors showed up immediately. With food, bandages, castor oil or whatever else might be needed. There were no sirens, sophisticated early warning satellite systems or emergency management flashes. The whole town just knew. If your hay wasn’t cut, folks showed up with tractors and bailers. If your barn had burned during the night, they were there before sunup with planks, beams, hammers and nails. If your Uncle Irby passed away suddenly, they came with their hats in their hands, a word of sincere sympathy on their lips and a funny story about Uncle Irby.        

              Don’t try to sell me on some brand spanking new fast, faster, fastest communication plan. I grew up with the real deal.



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