I work in EDUCATION, not IMMIGRATION

The same day that Ned and I had the discussion about his job opportunities, I stopped by to see Mother but she had already gone to the dining room for supper. I walked on down there and sat with her and her friend Miss Adeline. As the whole "small world" thing would have it, Adeline worked for my daddy in the Post Office for many years. Her husband passed away around 1972, and about '75, she remarried and moved away. Who would have imagined that she and Mother would be reunited 39 years later at Green Grove.

Anyhow...a few minutes after I arrived, Adeline said, "Your mother tells me that you work in immigration." Now I KNOW good and well that mother knows I work for the school system but she sat right there and didn't say a word, so I replied, "No ma'am, I'm in EDUCATION...I work for Coastal County Schools. Adeline continued, "See that man over there in the red shirt...his daughter works in immigration up in Columbia...You probably know her. Her name is Karen. Go over and ask about her."

Now I didn't want to be disrespectful but NO WAY was I going over there and ask this man about his lovely daughter Karen who I might perhaps know IF I worked in immigration. "Miss Adeline," I said, "I'd hate to interrupt his dinner...I'll be sure to talk with him next time." She let me off the hook. Mother never said a word.

If the whole education thing doesn't work out.....Immigration, here I come!