Opening night for the new production had an electricity unlike other openings.

My Mom's paddlings were usually for back-talking or being fresh - a habit I never broke. They were spontaneous and sharp, usually OTK or standing up, secured by one arm, and given with the hand or the hairbrush.

It was then as much the scene of continual spreaths, liftings, reavings, and herriments, as the Border country itself.

Ay me, it is my husband.