Once upon a time in the backwoods and cotton fields of Alabama Mr. Brandon was trying to prepare for a trip to the big city of Chicago. He had been put in this position by an over energetic group of individuals because of the misguided effort of his wife, who was really just trying to get him out of town. He has been asked a number of questions leading up to the trip. Natalie called and asked about visible tattoos and body piercings, key word visible. Also in his favor he has all his limbs, fingers and teeth. Nancy called and asked what he might say if he were to win. Mr. Brandon waxed eloquently knowing that Nancy on the other end of the phone was moved by the sincerity and the true emotion that was being expressed in a way she had never heard before. Mr. Brandon stopped when he knew he had moved even the angels to tears. There was a moment of silence Nancy cleared her choked up throat and said, "Well, we need to keep it to just three or four sentences". "What I think you were trying to say was (pause) well I tell you what how about I just write it for you and send it for your approval?" Caesar called asking to have a full length photo of what Mr. Brandon would be wearing. Caesar said, "It should be fancy". I don't think Mr. Brandon owns anything "fancy". His wife is packing his clothes and has told him he must change underwear everyday because he is going to the big city where they live wild like that. Tomorrow will be a exciting day.
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