I’ve often been called “a chip off the ol’ block.” I am my father’s daughter, there’s no doubt about it. We’re built just alike. I have his eyes and his exact feet, only mine are prettier. I get my trademark curly hair from Daddy. We love a classic country song and the Georgia coast. We like good eatin’, going fishing and front porch rockin’ among the pine trees on our home place in Middle Georgia. We love pickin’ and grinnin’ and spending time singing Southern Baptist hymns and 1990’s Alan Jackson hits. We’re a lot alike, my Daddy and me. On this Father’s Day, I honor you, Joe W. Faulk III. Continue reading “From the Pond to the Pan – Here’s to You Dad”
