It’s a little chilly.

What do you get when you mix a rainy fall evening, a real old house and a five thousand dollar debt to Atlanta Gas Light?

You get pretty freakin’ cold is what you get. Now, replace that five thousand dollar debt with a forty-seven hundred dollar one …and you get just as cold.

I don’t know how long my fingers can hold out typing in these harsh conditions, so from this point forward I’m only typing with one hand while the other rests safely underneath my leg.

This could be good timing. I’ve got an appointment with a writer from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution this morning regarding the sixtieth anniversary of Song of the South. You know, the controversial Disney film loosely based on the stories recorded by Joel Chandler Harris. Well, the AJC is doing a story on its 1946 Atlanta opening, and since I’m an expert* on the subject, they’ve come to interview me.

Check out that opening quote on the Song of the South page while I switch hands:

“The first books I ever read were the Uncle Remus stories. Ever since then, these stories
have been my special favorites. I’ve just been waiting until I could develop the proper medium
to bring them to the screen.” – Walt Disney

Speaking of being frozen, is it asking too much to thaw out Walt Disney‘s cryogenically frozen body long enough for him to sign a check or three?

Or maybe, just maybe, the freezing cold at the Wren’s Nest will spark this enterprising reporter from the AJC to focus his story on our small house museum that’s making a comeback grassroots style. Give this man a Pulitzer already! Come on!

*hahaha