Sunday afternoon after preachin’ and dinner is a good time for readin’ and nappin’ with Sunday fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn. Ain’t like Momma used to fix, but nothing ain’t the same anymore. A quiet time; nothing needs doin’ till tomorrow. Everything stays open now on Sundays. I miss the days when ever- thing closed up on Sundays. You have to make up your own peace & quiet these nowadays.