I Just Thought You'd Like To Know

A Mob's Always Made Up Of People, No Matter What. Mr. Cunningham Was Part Of A Mob Last Night, But He Was Still A Man. Every Mob In Every Little Southern Town Is Always Made Up Of People You Know--doesn't Say Much For Them, Does It?

Ladies Bathed Before Noon, After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frostings Of Sweat And Sweet Talcum.

Folks Were Doin' A Lot Of Runnin' That Night

They've Done It Before And They'll Do It Again And When They Do It -- Seems That Only The Children Weep. Good Night.

The Remainder Of My Schooldays Were No More Auspicious Than The First. Indeed, They Were An Endless Project That Slowly Evolved Into A Unit, In Which Miles Of Construction Paper And Wax Crayon Were Expended By The State Of Alabama In Its Well-meaning But Fruitless Efforts To Teach Me Group Dynamics.