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Tandra Page 1528, A Visit

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I’m sitting on my back porch looking out over the yard as the rising sun brightens the Eastern sky.

Mister Johnson stopped by for a visit yesterday. He came up my drive riding on the seat of his old wagon pulled behind his mule Second. He climbed down from that wagon and hitched Second to a low hanging Oak limb and came walking toward my front door carrying a couple cartons of eggs. Mister Johnson climbed the steps to my porch and handed me the eggs and I gave him money. Mister Johnson then hauled himself over to one of my porch chairs and dropped into it.

“I ain’t as young as I used to be,” he complained. “It gets harder to get around when you get older.”

“You’ve been saying that very same thing for as long as I’ve known you,” I reminded him, “and you still get about to most anywhere you wish to go.”

“When you get to be my age you might see things a bit differently.”

“I’ll never be your age,” I laughed. “I’ve been chasing you some forty years and I’m no closer to catching up than I ever was.

Mister Johnson grinned.

“But you keep trying,” he said.

We sat on the porch enjoying the day and swapping news. Mister Johnson’s grandson is dating regular now and Mister Johnson makes claim the boy always goes out with the best looking girls. He’s a big kid these days and he plays on the school football team. The team is in the middle of a winning streak and Mister Johnson is convinced the winning streak is absolutely due to the fact his grandson is on the team. Mister Johnson is a sure enough proud grandfather.

Mister Johnson has been busy of late gathering the last of the produce from his garden and plowing under the old stuff to make the soil ready for next Spring. Mister Johnson is planning to cover the garden with Winter plants that will ad nutrients to the soil and that he can plow under come next Spring.

Mister Johnson got up from the chair and grinned. He may still be older than me, but he has no plans to slow down any time soon.

I waved to Mister Johnson as he drove Second down my drive to the road.

“Rebellion to Tyrants is Obedience to God.” -Thomas Jefferson


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