I liked the woman, but her voice grated.
Okay for today: Grit...
(When I pick a subject there are times I am surprised where it is going)
We folk from the south love grits. I prefer them served with butter. I mix mine with my eggs. It made sort of a yellow mess in the plate, but to me it was very good. My BIL, Dick, was the only person I ever knew that liked sugar on his grits.
I normally consider gritty things as not friendly, LOL. But this post is not about something to eat, but something you read.
Growing up there was a newspaper called ‘The Grit’. I became a delivery boy for Grit. This post has grown bigger than I thought. Here is an excerpt I ran across by Roger Schueter of the Belleview News Democrat:
Your ears secrete more earwax when you are afraid than when you aren't.