A few years ago, we lost a wonderful songwriter and musician, Larry Henley. He was a great friend. He started out as the lead singer for the Newbeats. You may remember his only 1960s hit, “Bread and Butter.”
But Larry is better known as the co-writer of the song “Wind Beneath My Wings.” Bette Midler made it a hit. A few days ago, I was thinking of Larry. He was a good guy. Then I thought about the wind.
As far as I’m concerned, the South is the very best part of America. There’s a bunch of backup to this statement. Kinder people, better manners, a strong belief in the miracles that God can and does perform and our collective backbone are but a few examples of what separates us from the rest of the country.
Before any of you Yankees go getting upset, I know there’s good people in all parts of the USA. It just seems like the South has more. It’s not only the charm of our people but the aesthetic beauty of the South: green pastures, clear-water streams, the Smokies and skies that seem to project the Almighty’s daily moods.
According to Dimple, my grandmother Miz Lena’s No. 2 housekeeper, one only needed to look to the day’s sky for a hint of how God was feeling.