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Starving At Grandma's?
Who ever heard of starving at Grandma's. Well if you had ever had to spend the summer at my Grandma's, you would know it can happen. When I was 10 years old, my mama packed up things and shipped me off to spend the summer with Grandma. Now Grandma lived in the mountains somewhere in the south. I was born in Chicago, I had never heard of a place named Hog Wallow Creek, Tennessee before. Well it's down there anyway. And I was heading that way, kicking and screaming my lung's out. My last thought as that bus pulled out of the station, was when did my mama stop loving me? What did I do that was so bad that she could do this to me. She's still mad at me for turning the cat out of the house and him getting smashed flat by that car. Oh! Mama please, don't do this to me.

I didn't think that bus was ever going to get to Hog Wallow Creek, it must have stopped at ever pig trail town in the country. Well, here I am, getting of the bus at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. There is one old beat up truck sitting at the pump and two old men sitting on the porch spiting chewing tobacco into the yard. The bus driver is unlocking the storage box to get me my bag, when one of them old men gets up and walks over to where we are. He's wearing a pair of overall two sizes to big and a straw hat. I'll take that. He said to the bus driver, as he stuck out his hand to get my bag. The bus driver handed over the bag, took one look at me, and said to the man, Good luck, your going to need it. Well, what up with him, I thought. It hadn't been no picnic riding his bus for me either.

Now I didn't remember much about my Grandpa, cause it had been a few years since him and Grandma had come to visit us in Chicago. I do remember he was a lot fatter. Maybe that was why his overalls was to big. Him and Grandma had moved to Hog Wallow Creek when his Pa had past on and left him this farm. I held back for a moment, not sure that he was even Grandpa. He looked back over his shoulder at me, Come on boy, Grandma is waiting on you at home. We got a stop to make before we go home. He lay his hand on my shoulder as we walked to his truck. He gave me a warm smile and said, it's going to be nice having you here for the summer. Ya, Billy boy, you and me are going fishing.

We drove down the road a mile or two, when Grandpa pulled in at a Molly's Road Side Cafe. We best get us a bite to eat before we head home. Your Grandma hasn't been herself as of late. She is in one of them med

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