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About San Antonio

Oh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap whiskey spillin’ everywhere. I’d walk by, nose scrunchin’, thinkin’, “This what hell smells like?” But then—surprise!—some gals was happy, makin’ bank, laughin’ loud. One told me, “Madea, I’m my own boss!” I said, “Halleluyer, git it, girl!”

Past Episodes

Walnut-Grove ain't no big city, but it's durn near perfect with its friendly chaos. The center of town, Main St, bustles with small shops, where I sometimes pop by for a gossip or two – oh, hell, was that theres a delish lil' bakery at the corner of Main and Orchard? Now, don't get me started on that park – Walnut Park! It's a lush gem where families picnic and dogs chase their tails. I swear, sometimes I spend my lunch break there givin' my tired self a moment of peace, dreamin' of days as simple as those old film quotes, "Every soul is a masterpiece of nature."

Baseball/softball replay: Walnut Grove, Braswell win on walk-offs