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Things and stuff: 

Is there a connection between baked sweet potatoes and intelligence? 

Professor Shelby Foote of Memphis State is probably the for most authority on the history of the U.S. Civil War. During a recent T.V. interview I saw, he invited the T.V. crew back to his kitchen table while he was having lunch. On his plate I noticed one item, a baked sweet potato. 

One would have to assume Dr. Foote is very intelligent- a Ph.D. of history and a college professor. I don’t think I personally knew lawyer Denny back in my hometown of Greenville. However I was in his home a lot- only in his kitchen. I delivered his groceries as a teenager. He left his back door unlocked. I do remember he was old (I thought); walked with a cane; had a good-looking daughter named Anna Laura, who my older cousin dated some. 

Lawyer Denny (I never knew his first name), lived alone. I suppose Anna Laura had married and moved away. He still went to his law office each day….since his wife passed he did have someone to clean his house once a week. At times I noticed he left his plate and silverware on his kitchen table after a meal. Invariably there would be the large peeling of a baked sweet potato resting on his plate. 

My first wife Bett loves baked sweet potatoes. She is very intelligent. I don’t like them too well myself. I’d rather have them fried-with a lot of brown sugar. I guess this speaks not good of my own intelligence. I promise “things and stuff.” Here’s some more stuff: 

A fiery, young, preacher came as the new pastor of a church- barely dry behind the ears; the preacher, not the church. The first Sunday he declared, “I’m going to take this Church to a new level”… (He sounds like a Baptist-I’m one you know). 

About that time an old, moss-back, deacon got up and asked, “Why would we want to go up and sit on the roof?” I just have time left for the example of a misplaced prepositional phase: “The cowboy rode his horse with a sore backside. Was it the horse’s backside or the cowboy’s? Well ok, one more: “Go throw the cow over the fence some hay” O.K. this is it. I promise: Statement: “I knew a man who had a wooden leg named Brown.” Question: “What was the name of his other leg?”

Misplaced prepositional phrases are for everyone ain’t they? 

Kindest regards….