Just found out that Polly Ann Weathers died this morning.

Polly was best pals with my buddy and longtime co-worker, Joe Anne Malkovich. She’d had a tough life, Polly Ann, but as my friend Becky said, “She handled it, and you never heard her complain.”

I always liked talking to Polly Ann. She like me, too; I’m pretty sure it was because I’d written good stuff about her grandsons over the years. (That was easy to do: They are good kids.)

Polly used to send me a birthday card each year, and at Christmastime, she’d bring me a bag full of Chex party mix. I’d send her a card, too, whenever I remembered (I’ll admit it: I’m a bit lax, sometimes), but I really had no excuse for not remembering: Her birthday was the same day as my dad’s.

It’s a dreary day here, but I hope the sun is shining for Polly Ann in paradise. She deserves it.

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