Well, it’s been a quiet summer here at the Barnett Property. I have eradicated the poison oak in the backyard, choked out the English ivy in the trees and battled back the briars in the azaleas.

We have continued to stave off the coronavirus, although I wish people would quit celebrating the end of the pandemic, because it ain’t nearly over yet. More about that later.

We did finally make it down to Stone Mountain to visit my mom, who just turned 96. Except for having to use a walker to get around, she hasn’t changed a bit in the past 40 years.

She’s doing well a year and a half after losing her husband of nearly 72 years, my dad, Bobby D. Barnett. But even

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