by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 3, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“We come out here every day and talk, play dominoes, drink beer and smoke cigarettes. We just don’t have any women around here.” “Most of us are retired. The young guys are things like electricians and work at Chevron and stop by when they...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 1, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I am taking a little time to cool off and relax. Today I am sketching. I don’t know why I drew the plane going down or the wings that say “Help Us.” I am still trying to figure out where that came from. I am a senior and thinking about going to...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 28, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I was poisoned and got out of the hospital four days ago. I don’t know why or how it happened, but it makes you paranoid about everything. I am homeless but don’t ask for anything. I catch fish and cook them and enjoy living off the land. I don’t know where I go from...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 27, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I lived in the country in Barnwell, Alabama and had to walk almost three miles to the bus stop and catch the Foley bus to go to school in Fairhope. We lived on red dirt roads and had to walk through the tracks the cars made. Our shoes would get so clogged up we...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 25, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I was fortunate to get to come back home and find a job at Austal that utilizes my skills from 22 years in the Navy. I love Mobile more because I left it. All of those years, I was longing to come back. You don’t realize how much you love something until...
