I Just Read Why I Live At the P.O. again. It is still just as funny as the first time I read it. I can see my family everytime. Who is your Papa Daddy?
To have met and known Ms. Welty must be a treasure. I guess her stories are as close as I will ever get this side, but her stories make me feel as if I do know her.
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I reread Why I Live at the P.O. this afternoon. I don't have a Papa Daddy per se, but I do have a brother that can do no wrong. I could say an opposite sex Stella-Rhondo. ;)
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