We’re So Rarely Called On To Be

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.

I'm Still Old-fashioned. I Love Dusty Old Books And Libraries.

For The Life Of Me, I Did Not Understand How He[atticus] Could Sit There In Cold Blood And Read A Newspaper When His Only Son Stood An Excellent Chance Of Being Murdered With A Confederate Army Relic.

Ladies Pick Funny Things To Be Proud Of.

Don't You Study About Other Folks's Business Till You Take Care Of Your Own.