Sabrina and Rocky Got Married Today

Our son Rocky married Sabrina today. The wedding was great!

Sabrina gave him a pair of cuff-links with the Scrabble letters R on one and H on the other. The inside joke on that is that is how Rocky proposed to her. They were playing Scrabble and he cleverly put up the letters that said, "WILL YOU MARRY ME" and looped the engagement ring over one of the letters. Today was an answer to his question.


Tomorrow they are flying to Paris. You have time to tie some tin-cans to the back tail and wings and write "Just Married" all over the plane, but you have to hurry.


Our son Rocky married Sabrina today. The wedding was great! I only cried once!

Sabrina and Rocky

I have mentioned several times about the Varner’s Drive-In Restaurant Reunion this coming Saturday, April the 25th.

Another big event earlier the same day – well, big to us in this family – is our son Rocky is getting married. He will marry Sabrina in a small ceremony in Decatur, near Agnes Scott College.

Sabrina is a very articulate and well organized young lady that has many irons in the fire. She is the Yang and Rocky is the Ying – or visa versa.

They both have been very busy with the details of the wedding - I can’t imagine of all the things that need to be taken care of…. But I know they will have everything running smoothly, synchronized, and as graceful as a swan.

To see their engagement pictures click here.

I know they will be very happy together.

Obama Fighting for Truth, Justice, & the American Way

We watched the inauguration yesterday. It was really something to see. It is about as close as we come to bowing to royalty and worshiping the ground thy lordships walks on.

There were so many house-hold-name politicians floating all over the screen patting backs and smiling.

One Republican they talked to was saying it was time to act and do away with childish quarrels of the past – lets get on with it! He reminded me of Charles Durning, playing to Governor in “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?” when he realized the crowd loved the Soggy Bottom Boys’ music and got up on stage and shook his ass with the music too. Maybe you would have to have been there.

That reminds me, my PARDON MY PRESIDENT tear a page weekly calendar, this week told me in 2003 Republican Ohio congressman Bob Ney ordered that all French fries sold in the U.S. capitol be renamed “freedom fires” in retaliation for France’s opposition to invading Iraq.
A few years later he was sent to federal prison for corruption.

Soon –to-be-banished Vice President Dick Chaney was in a wheelchair. Anna said, “What happened to him, did he shoot himself?”

I admired soon-to-be-banished president George Bush for gracefully bowing out so the man of the day could be sworn in and make a speech and tell us it wasn’t about him, it was all about us.

And, by watching the sea of people covering the Mall and the streets of DC, I think the people really believe it is all about them. And I think they are right. And by the way, it was bitter cold, around 19◦. Brrrr.

I think President Obama is an elegant speaker and knows how to move people like a Bible thumping preacher….. I think he can get people worked up in frenzy to do what is necessary to get us out of this economic downward tail-spin we are in. FDR did it – I think BO can too. And, maybe not, only time will tell.

I just hope the radical nuts leave him alone and let him do his job and not throw any shoes at him.

I only wish I had the foresight to be there in that freezing temperature running a “I LIKE BARACK OBAMA” T-shirt stand.

Wedding and Reception

(Above - toasting)

Yesterday we went to a wedding in the family. It was a tradition southern Baptist wedding.

Afterwards we went to the reception in nearby Roswell at the famous Roswell Mill Site. The owner of Roswell Mill was the founder of Roswell, Roswell King. What is so famous about Roswell Mill is that during the Civil War when Sherman’s Yankee forces took over the area he found that Roswell Mill was fabric kind of things to aid the Confederacy. He had the women Mill workers arrested for treason and they were sent to factories in the north to work.

They went to work one day and found themselves on a train heading north. They didn’t know that morning would be pulled apart for their families and loved ones.

A rushing creek noisily flows by, which I am sure in 1864 the mill made good hydra use of that fast flowing water.

Now, it is a place for special events, such as wedding receptions.

They had finger food, opened bar, a dj, hustling waitresses and waiters to keep dirty scrappy dishes off the tables.

The bride and groom came in and were cheered and so were the groomsmen and the bride’s maids.

They danced. They danced many combinations. Bride and Groom, Groom and mother, bride and new father-in-law, and on and on. The Bride’s father is a preacher that does I think does not believe in dancing. He danced with his 7 or 98 year old granddaughter.

People got up and made toasts to the newly wed couple… some people got emotional when trying to speak. Then they cut the cakes – both cakes, the wedding cake and the groom’s cake which looked like a golf clubs bags. I was one of the first in line to get a piece.

It was hot as hell.

Plenty of people had to step outside in the evening air to get a breath of cool fresh air. And the smokers greeted them with opened arms.

We sat with my sister-in-law and her daughters. The music and the speech making got loud and we had to holler at our table to hear each other talk. My sister-in-law, a very religious woman, hollered to me, over the noise in the room “I used to dance with the Devil and now I dance with Jesus!”

I thought, “What kind of dancing with Jesus.”

Once when sight seeing in Los Angeles my sister-in-law and her daughters found the Hollywood Bowl and she stood under the acoustic shell and sung “Amazing Grace.” After he husband died she and her friend found a new love: Traveling. They have traveled just about all over the world and make the best unpredicted scrapbooks. That is what makes her scrapbooks good: Thelma knows no journalistic rules to guide her, so she has complete freedom to make her scrapbooks anyway way she wants.

This night she told us seating near her about her and her late husband’s wild times in Las Vegas when they apparently lived there… that was when she dancing with the Devil.