Carolyn Lott Dooley's Blog – November 2012 Archive (2)

          As I walk down a dusty winding road, the sounds of water beating against rocks enthrall my curiosity.

Not only do I perceive water flowing, moisture is in the air.  Suddenly, stumbling over a pile of entangled

driftwood, a jagged piece of wood scrapes my leg; fortunately, the skins intact.  The babbling brook cutting

through the backwoods in Alabama leads me to a weather-beaten road sign, "Underwood Road."…

　          A woman from Alabama, with a heavy accent living in Michigan was sent to a prestige hotel for a Sleep Disorder. After the study, unpacking personal items, discovered she had brought the hotel’s soap dish home. Right away, she called the Sleep Study Center reporting the mistake. The receptionist suggested- --- she

return the dish to the Hotel front desk. Since the Hotel was only a few miles away, her husband drove her to the

Hotel. He pulled into Valet…