But you lived so far out in the woods, that no one gets it. I just joined a group by this title. I commented on a man’s question “what’s the big deal about your ability to crack a whip?” He might be from Jacksonville, but he surely is not a Floridian.
Someone called Dallas Thomas an evil man. There was some mention of corruption. Like it is a thing of the past.
I always liked Mr. Thomas and his wife Gloria. Yes, he was an embezzler, but the current Judge Dearing patted my sister on her head for embezzlement. I think you get lessons in embezzlement when you work for the State Attorney’s Office.
She worked in a cubicle for 35 years. I went to her retirement party. She was complimented on giving all the local government attorneys their start. She should have been one herself. But our mother was more about secretarial work for women, even though she owned the largest non-union mechanical contracting company in the city.
If you grew up in Jacksonville, it’s according to where in Jax. Who were your parents? Who were their parent’s? Did you go to Dorothy Warren Willard’s School of Dancing?
Who shot who?
It was a blessing one great uncle didn’t shoot anyone trying to kill a fly on the butter dish. (that wasn’t there) He was high on cocaine. Which was common in those days, because you bought it at the pharmacy.
Survival Tips on Growing up in Jacksonville
Don’t fuck with certain people. (you know who they are)
Learn to throw a punch and duck.
Carry a gun in your pocket book.
Learn to drive a car, ride a motorcycle and a horse. (you never know when you will have to make a quick getaway) And it doesn’t hurt to fly a plane.
Know how to jump out of window and run through the swamp.
Keep your mouth shut.
Know those judges and embezzlers, and House Representatives.
Help them to get elected.
Be an Olympic like swimmer.
Praise the Lord
Keep you house clean. Lift the corner of the rug and sweep all dirt underneath.