Tri-City Ledger -

I sat down to write something wise and profound, but then decided to write something much needed now in these unsettled times.

I awoke this morning to the memory of our old wood burning stove having a heavy oven door that had to be propped with a forked stick to keep the heat controlled for brown biscuits. Daddy finally got the door latch fixed and Mama kept browning our biscuits.

Nothing unusual about a stove oven door propped with a forked stick from where I come from.

I married Lamar and his Mama propped her sprung Hotpoint oven door with a forked stick.

Her biscuits made me glad I said...