
Frieda's father was born in Canton in 1912. Frieda took a distinguished visitor to see him shortly after Russian tanks rolled into Ossetia in 2008. Frieda and the visitor hadn't watched any television or read any newspapers for days. In that awkward pause when people first meet, Frieda's Father said, "What do you think about the Russians invading Georgia". Startled, Frieda thought her father meant the Russians had invaded the U.S. As it was, he was the only one up-to-date.
We joined more of Frieda's old friends from Indianola Academy, and drove up to Memphis (actually Olive Branch, which is still in Mississippi), to stay at a "rustic retreat" hosted by a woman who announced she was a John Bircher and prayed her enemies into oblivion. Fortunately, or not, we shopped most of the time in Memphis proper and were too tired to worry about being killed in our beds when we "rusticated" in the evenings.
I was so tired when I started back to Kentucky I nearly fell asleep in the car. I'm still tired.