“You can’t please everyone, so you got to please yourself." R. Nelson

Kellye tells me that I write with a Kentucky twang that I don’t speak with.....Cary tells me that she don’t like shorthand words, that it’s too much like ‘txt msg’ng’...
I told Cary that if you can’t spell words differently, you don’t have enuff imagination....thing is: I purty much write the way I feel in the moment....and sumtimes, ever’ once in a while, ‘specially when I’m recalling ‘way back when’ times, I just feel a l’il twangy....when I wuz a boy, we called creeks, ‘cricks’.....hollows were ‘hollers’....’n we all used euphemisms like Durn, Dang, Doggone, Gollywampus, ‘n a ‘hull bunch’a other words that I’ve got buried in the deep recesses of my mind...’n that’s a purty darn good place for ‘em, if I do say so myownself....
I found a old picture of the 5th & 6th grade class at South Portsmouth School in 1949 and sent a copy of it to my friend Marvin and to his sister, Delores.....Marvin, his brother Wayne and Delores all went to school there for a short while...anyway, Marvin and Wayne were pictured there....Marvin and Dee were talking about it and who they recognized and, mostly who they didn’t...
Marvin said he bet I c’d tell ‘em who ever’one wuz...I told him he’d lose that bet....
Oh, BTW & FYI, I write to please myself....I hope y’all like it, Heck! I hope ever’one likes it...I know that ain’t gonna happen but I b’leeve just maybe, it’s hope that sets us apart from all the other animals we share this planet with....
and for Gina, the rules of granny still apply but I gave up on the rules of grammar long, long ago........