Have You Ever Seen a Possum Drop?

As it’s a new year, I thought I’d drag this ol’ possum out for a re-run. Happy New Year, everyone! Thank you for your continuing support of this blog!

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Whenever he heard of something particularly strange, odd, or curious, my uncle used to say to me, “Boy, I been to three county fairs and a hog callin’ and I ain’t never heerd o’ nothin’ like that!” I don’t remember ever going to a county fair and I know haven’t been to a hog calling, but this event has had me laughing all day! I’m talking about The Possum Drop on New Year’s Eve over in Tallapoosa!

The Empire State of the South, Georgia.

The home of peaches, peanuts, Coca-Cola, Billy Carter, and the Possum Drop.

Wait… wasn’t there a President from Georgia?

You heard me right. The New Year’s Eve Possum Drop. My darlin’ ol’ friend, Edith Arms, in Birmingham, Alabama told me about it. So, I had to do some checking. Let me tell you what I know.

You’ve seen the ball drop at midnight in Times…

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Ol' Big Jim, has been a storekeeper, an embalmer, a hospital orderly, a medical biller, and through it all, a teller of tall tales. Many of his stories, like his first book, New Yesterdays, are set in his hometown of Piedmont, Alabama. For seven years, he lived in the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world, Amman, Jordan where he spends his time trying to visit each one of the thousands of Ammani coffee shops and scribbling in his ever-present notebook. These days, you can find him back stateside, still filling notebooks.

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