The maraschino cherries? I bet they stick to all of that bubble gum I swallowed (as a kid, mostly, ok ok, I always swallow bubble gum. Except for the permanence, why not?).

Good thing I soak my cherries in brandy for a year (or a decade depending on my growth of laziness) before dipping them in powdered sugar and chocolate....the consequences....egads! how diabolical.

Up here in the mountains, they soak the cherries in moonshine. I ate two at a party and have never been the same--they must have lodged in my intestines and forever tainted my blood.

You SUCK for not getting a Dream Cone. You know that, right?

1. Congrats on coming prepared, which I am assuming you did if you were drinking in Monroeville, a dry county, and I am thinking that the package store in Repton doesn't have anything pomegranatey.

2. I feel old admitting this, but I used to help out in Warren's class growing up. He's only a couple of yrs younger than me, but still.

3. Doesn't that courthouse rock??

A visit to see the 'Mockingbird' production in the courthouse is the grand finale on my long planned literary dream drive. That I plan to make solo, zig zagging across the south, even if I am 80 and without a driver's license at the time.

Homer Hickman is a home state boy, for me. And a gem of a human being, to boot.