There's Just Some Kind Of Men You

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness' Sake.

Mockingbirds Don’t Do One Thing But Make Music For Us To Enjoy. They Don’t Eat Up People’s Gardens, Don’t Nest In Corncribs, They Don’t Do One Thing But Sing Their Hearts Out For Us. That’s Why It’s A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.

Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

Folks Were Doin' A Lot Of Runnin' That Night