My Mom was a Phillips from Onslow county, N.C. The government “condemmed” their land and that of a lot of other people, to build Camp Lejeune—the Marine base. Somehow Mom never thought much of government after that. She had five siblings, four sisters and only one brother, my “Uncle Lindsey”. Lindsey was not only naturally hilarious, he often enhanced that quality with substances, i.e., RWL (or RUN, WALK, THEN LAY DOWN LIKKER).
I was recently reminded of Lindsey’s humour. Golfer friends were talking about a fellow player who had just endured multiple and complicated back surgeries. Friends said the patient said the drugs had caused him all kinds of weird dreams and he had seen”…dead friends, his parents, multiple scenes from days gone bye”, etc. My cousin and Lindsey’s son, Henry Phillips, told a similar story on his Dad. Having complications after major surgery, Lindsey was strictly prohibited from any drugs or alcohol. Henry asked his Dad how things were, since they had taken drugs and booze from him? Lindsey’s reply: ALL THE GUESTS HAVE GONE.