My brother, who lives in Birmingham, sent me this note that he received from a friend of his:
"So, I am doing the trick-or-treat thing in Crestline last night, and I'm sitting outside Hugh Thomas' house with Hugh, whose grandfather was the late, great Frank Thomas.
This kid, who is maybe five, possibly six years old, comes up, dressed as an Alabama football player. He has the helmet, shoulder pads, jersey, the whole works -- with the number 22 on both his helmet and his jersey.
"Johnny Musso," I say to Hugh.
"The Italian Stallion," Hugh says.
Hugh gives the little boy a handful of candy.
"Do you know who you are?" Hugh asks.
Without missing a lick, the kid responds:
"Uh-huh. DJ Hall."
Across the generations, Roll Tide Roll!
"So, I am doing the trick-or-treat thing in Crestline last night, and I'm sitting outside Hugh Thomas' house with Hugh, whose grandfather was the late, great Frank Thomas.
This kid, who is maybe five, possibly six years old, comes up, dressed as an Alabama football player. He has the helmet, shoulder pads, jersey, the whole works -- with the number 22 on both his helmet and his jersey.
"Johnny Musso," I say to Hugh.
"The Italian Stallion," Hugh says.
Hugh gives the little boy a handful of candy.
"Do you know who you are?" Hugh asks.
Without missing a lick, the kid responds:
"Uh-huh. DJ Hall."
Across the generations, Roll Tide Roll!
