Tidbits - April 30, 2020



  My all time favorite “Seinfeld” episode was when the City of New York cut water pressure and everybody’s hair was flat.
  A funny scene was when Jerry’s parents came running out of their apartment, as if there were trying to escape arrest, and hopped in a cab to go to the airport and return to Florida.. His big haired mother, with her flat hair draping her head said, “We can’t take it any more!”
  The other day I saw a clip of Nancy Pelosi speaking from her home, and her hair looked like the people in that “Seinfeld” episode!
  This pandemic is not fair to women who regularly appear on TV. They come in to work and have their hair and make-up done by professionals.
  Those professionals are in their own homes now.
  Kelly Clarkson was on some show during the week, and she appeared with no make-up and said she put some curl in her hair with a curling iron. She is cooped up in a small cabin in Montana with her husband and three small children, while their main residence is under construction. She didn’t care how she looked.
  Men don’t have that problem now. Of course, we may all have mullets but the time this is over.
  It has been amazing how the environment has improved by the stay at home orders. The air is cleaner with few cars on the road, and wildlife is turning up in droves  in reserves and national parks all over the world, since there are no humans around.
  Another important point I saw involves crime. One meme said for the fist time since 2002 and there were no school shootings in March.
  I’ve seen pictures of the Bourbon Street, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and NYC with their empty streets, but last Saturday I went to my great-niece Willow’s parade birthday party off Pond Branch Road in Lexington, and Batesburg-Leesville had semi-Christmas traffic. You wouldn’t know people were asked to stay home.
  I know it is because of WalMart and the fastfood restaurants, and people from all over the area are going there.
  On the way home from the party I stopped at the B-L Zaxby’s and got my favorite fried chicken cob salad, some fried dill pickles and some wings (advance meals).
  If you’ve read this column, you know the story of eating at Zaxby’s before Saluda football games this year.
  I can guarantee no one won a sports championship of any kind on April 18. Reruns don’t count.
  If you are involved with anything involving the public, you have probably appeared on “TV,” whether it be job, church, school or government related.
  I went out to the church Thursday to record a song for our Facebook service Sunday. I was wearing a sports coat, but I was also wearing cargo shorts! SHS guidance Counselor Dr. Bryan Vacchio on the same day posted a photo on Facebook of him wearing a shirt and tie for Zoom meetings, and he was also wearing shorts and sneakers.
  Randy Rita did the scripture reading for our televised church service. He chose to sit outside by a rose bush, while his wife Angie recorded.
  Halfway through, the family dogs entered the picture. They ran in an out of the video, but Randy did not flinch. Angie said she got tickled. As Randy was completing the scripture, a wagging tail could be seen at the bottom of the screen, the dog’s way of saying, “Thanks be to God.”


  Following the deaths of Bill Whitfield and Jimmy Ward, our community lost another leader, Fred Parkman.  Bill and Jimmy moved to Saluda from out of town and stayed the rest of their live. Fred had moved away from here, but came home to open Park-man’s Pharmacy.
  Fred and his wife Sue provided great service to this community at the much loved drug store. Long’s continued a pharmacy operation in the Parkman’s building, and sadly it closed a few weeks before Fred died.
  I’d known Billy Proctor since, as a teenager, he worked in my Uncle Julius Shealy’s grocery store on the Denny Hwy. We’ve been friends ever since. Ironically, Lewie Shealy, who also worked for Uncle Julius as a teenager, also died a few weeks ago.
  I’ve known Russell John-son and his family for many years. They are good people.
  Phyliss Unger Daley was a SHS Class of 1949 classmate of my mother. I talked to Jimmy Quattlebaum at the visitation for another of my mother’s classmates and dear friend, Patsy Quattlebaum. Jimmy was Patsy’s brother-in-law.
  This pandemic magnifies the other sadnesses. Friends can not go to funerals or visitations to pay respects. Immediate families have to go through this alone. Our prayers and words are comforting, of course, but personal contact does wonders at times like this.