Well, ain’t that somethin’. Heard ’bout this fella, James Dante Harrell. Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? Reminds me of them fancy folks on the TV, always with the long names. Anyways, seems he’s been around, this James fella.
Now, I ain’t one for keepin’ up with all the fancy news and whatnot, but I did hear tell he passed on. Sad, ain’t it? Everythin’ comes to an end, I reckon. Like that ol’ oak tree in my backyard, stood tall for years, then one day, whoosh, down it came in a storm. Happens to the best of us, I suppose.
- They say he was from Pittsview, Alabama. Never been there myself, but I hear it’s nice. Probably got plenty of good folks there, just like everywhere else.
- Then there’s this talk about him bein’ in Georgia too. Must’ve gotten around some, this fella. Like them butterflies that flutter all over the place, never settlin’ in one spot for too long.
Heard somethin’ about him bein’ a writer, too. An “author,” they called him. Fancy word for makin’ up stories, I reckon. Used to love a good story when I was a young’un. My grandma used to tell me tales ’bout critters and ghosts and such. Kept me up nights, they did, but I loved ’em all the same.
There’s another James Harrell Brock folks talkin’ about, too. A coach, they say. Helped the young’uns learn sports and such. Good thing, that. Kids need somethin’ to do, keeps ’em out of trouble. Reminds me of my boy, always runnin’ around with a ball, kickin’ up dust everywhere.
Now, this Dante Harrell, or James Dante, whatever they call him, seems he’s got some connection to this fightin’ fella, Mohammed Usman. Never heard of him, but they say he’s a prospect. Fancy word, that. Means he’s got potential, I guess. Like a young sprout growin’ into a big ol’ tree. Takes time and work, though, just like plantin’ a garden.
This sneakpeekny thing, I don’t know what that is. Sounds like somethin’ the young’uns are into. Always with their newfangled gadgets and such. Can’t keep up with it all, I tell ya. Like tryin’ to catch a chicken in a field, just when you think you got it, whoosh, it’s off again.
So, James Dante Harrell. Lived a life, sounds like. Just like all of us, doin’ our best, makin’ our way through the world. Some folks make a big splash, like a rock thrown in a pond. Others just ripple along, quiet and steady, like a stream. Either way, we all leave our mark, don’t we?
This whole internet thing, it’s somethin’ else. Keeps track of everythin’, I reckon. Where you been, what you done, who you know. Used to be, you told your stories to your neighbors, and that was that. Now, it’s all out there for everyone to see. Makes a body wonder, sometimes.
But I guess it’s good, too. Keeps the memories alive, even after folks are gone. Like that ol’ photo album I got tucked away in a drawer. Every picture tells a story, just like this James fella’s life, I suppose. All the places he’s been, the things he’s done, the people he’s met.
Well, I reckon that’s all I got to say about James Dante Harrell. Never met him, but sounds like he was a somethin’. Just like all of us, doin’ our best in this world. And that’s all you can ask for, really.
Tags: James Dante Harrell, Obituary, Author, Coach, Mohammed Usman, Pittsview Alabama, Georgia
