Hey Jim,
I’ve been reading Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe. I know I read it in high school but it’s a little different this time.
Anyway I just read the chapter about Smokey Lonesome and how he loved Ruth, like a sister, unconditionally.
It gave me pause because I didnt realize his name was Smokey Jim Phillips Lonesome. That is oddly reflective.
So now I’m going to go to the gym until I figure that one out. Because it got me good. Right in the feels.
Love you, Smokey Lonesome.
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