Sourced By:Reporter: Darrell Huckaby
“Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” My mama used to say that to me almost every night as she tucked me in — right after my litany of “Now I lay me down to sleep,” which was followed, of course, by asking God to bless everybody I knew from “Mama, Daddy, Myron, Mama Ellis and Granny Huckaby” to Buck, the one-armed janitor who lived in the boiler room at Porterdale School.
By: Bradley Skierkokwski