Georgia Home

It was typical. The door was open. It was summer. The T.V. was on. Every fan in the house was turned on full blast. There was no air condition, of course, and the only reprieve from the harsh Georgia heat was the cool summer breeze. The breeze wafted through each room, every window, and down all the hallways, cooling the home from its inside out.
         This gallant southern home belonged to a simple man named Keith Maddox Fox. Lounging on the home’s screened-in porch, reading a newspaper and enjoying the breeze were one of Keith’s favorite hobbies. When he wasn’t lounging on the porch, Fox was tending to his fields that were located behind the old farmhouse out in the backyard. Fox grew peppers, squash, corn, grapes, and sugarcane, which he would prepare for Mule Day each year.
         As the beginning of the end neared for Fox, his hair was growing thin and gray, and his vision became unclear. Regardless of his condition he would still ride the parameters’ of his property in his golf cart, as if he was an officer on patrol. Fox’s discipline and dedicated lifestyle probably came from his career in the United States Navy.  He was a memorable man who brought the whole family together. In that gallant southern home there would be birthday parties, Easter-egg hunts, and Christmas day fun, all the while Fox patrolling the parameters and keeping all the children in check.  Now-a-days the Georgia home sees no parties, egg hunts, or Santa clause cheer and the golf-cart sits empty, gathering dust.