Monday, September 29, 2008

Candy

The receptionist at my daughter's doctor in Knoxville is Candice. The wife of the MD on the transplant team from Nashville that crashed near the hometown of Laurel Blair Salton Clark in Racine is Candice. My exhusband worked occassionally with another rep named Candy, and one of the Wyeth reps married someone from Alaska that flew a plane there. I walked out of the state farm agents office Betty Rumph when a realtor Betty called immediately. The police were sitting in the parking lot. She has called a couple of time simultaneously with my oldest daughter wanting to know when I was moving. The same thing has happened with the MDs office from Knoxville. Why darling, it's Betty and Candy. Maybe we have found the Rumph of the problem. I was working with names Ellen (from Jackson,TN) and Williams when my brother died. My oldest daughter was with an Ellen in NC when she got into trouble. The NC attorney was Chester Whittle; the national storytelling festival is in the Chester Inn. Will the whittling ever stop? There isn't much left to whittle on; it is completely gone. There is NOTHING left to give. I ate lunch with a pharmacist who handed me a newspaper after Merrill Moore, the local newscaster, walked up and hugged her. Be a Vol. My daughter had a second car accident after that. There is nothing left to say; nothing left to do; nothing left inside of me to give. Joan Baez, the night they drove old dixie down. Woodstock 1969. I will take the money the Norma/Nora/Norman/Normandy family tossed my way and hope it will bring me a life that does not include any second hand air from this horrid place.
Greeneville is the home of Andrew Johnson; the NASA space center is in Houston. Hello Mrs. Johnson you self righteous biddy......

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