From Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You; 1979 Sometime in the wee hours of Sunday morning, my telephone rang. Even the ring sounded drunk. Among a number of other bad things, alcohol in large quantities dulls the ability of the user to tell time. I muttered a groggy, hesitant, “Hello?” “Gooooooo Daaaawgs!” was the reply from the other end. Deliver me from Billy Bulldog when it’s the middle of the …Continue Reading