Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

April is an "A" word


Every day someone passes that was widely known, that is famous, but not really a great person. Every day many others pass that were little known beyond a close circle, but they were really neat people. Those people should be acknowledged, and their lives celebrated. Such a person was Raymond Kane McLain.

I had never heard of him until about a week ago when I stumbled on his picture while searching Google for something totally unrelated. He had an interesting face, so I clicked on it. It turns out, he was an interesting man who led an interesting life, and left the world a better place for his having passed this way. That kind of person, and that kind of life, deserve mention.

I invite you to have a brief look at the life of Raymond Kane McLain, and find joy that there are people like him in this world. It’s a bit odd I suppose that the man had been dead for over three years before I even became aware that he existed, and now I pay homage to his life on my blog. April was the month of his birth. And that’s today’s post from beneath the Carolina moon.
Posted by Dread who finally just made time to get this posted.

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