The evening before we came back to Valdosta, Jimmy and I had dinner at the home of our friends, Glenda and Griffin Bell. Jimmy had been there before, but I had not. "You're going to love it," he told me on the way: what an understatement.
The rain and drizzle had reduced the visability, but still....when I stepped onto the back porch, I gasped, then was nearly overcome by a strong urge to throw my arms up ino the air and burst ino song: "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE with the sound of music..." a la Julie Andrews. The view is beyond description.
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