by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 8, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I volunteer at the food pantry every time they need me. I pick up the food and run the produce room. I want everyone to have something to eat, but I like to get them in and get them out so someone else can come through the line. I give a little something extra to the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 6, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“The hardest part of being a painter is preparation. It is 90 percent of the work. Painting is just ten percent. Sanding and caulking can take forever to get it right. I am just trying to pay the bills. I was an iron worker before this and worked overseas on oil rigs...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 4, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I hated people. I lived in my car for ten years to isolate myself and was content to live there for the rest of my life. I had a gun in my car because I was a victim of a smash and grab. I was arrested for shoplifting granola bars and they frisked me and found the...
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...
