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I’m just going to say it. Your girl Friday here has writer’s block. Oh, I could tell you of the fantastic story I heard Tuesday night that an elderly man told me about the time he took the train to Fulton, Ky with 6 cents in his pocket 50 years ago. And how a black doctor bought him a ton of beer and talked to him for hours. That there was a fight because he was accepting the beer and he was white.

And how he had to jump off the train (not for the fight but because he drank too much beer and missed his destination.)

I could regale you with stories of how Lester Hudson’s last moments at Tuesday night’s game were very special and how that most likely will be his last college game on his home court. How he scored 42 points and with 14 seconds left on the clock, his eyes were so expressive as the crowd stood. How his eyes scanned the crowd and he smiled one of those smiles that melted my heart because you could tell that he was taking it in. That for him, it was a special moment as it was for the crowd.

Or, I guess, I could also bring up about the haunted house in Dresden that has been getting a lot of word of mouth recently. Or I could talk about how an open records law, the one I talked about a few weeks ago, passed one of the smaller towns in the county.

Then there is the story of how several of us here talked the other day about how Seasonal Affective Disorder was kicking our hineys.

I could also tell you that I’m not getting to go to Podcamp in Nashville because a local high school team has to play in the TSSAA playoffs in Memphis the same day. And how I could use a clone.

Or, I guess, I could just show you some new pictures of puppies.

Yeah, I guess I can do that.