It’s amazing how much you can take for granted. History for granted. Family for granted. Legends for granted.
In between errands today we ran out to grab lunch with my husband and his uncle, Cotton. They were going to a place you can often find Uncle Cotton, at the Peach Blossom, an unpretentious gem, tucked on a frontage road near Highway 9 in Spartanburg SC.
At the table was Uncle Cotton’s old pal Bud. They’d gone to school together as kids. They served in the military and when they got home to Spartanburg from the war, they started to mess around with racing.
The stories my little Gracie and I heard - about five purple hearts and two bronze stars at Normandy for Bud. The hilarious racing stories, from Uncle Cotton. The fun Bud Moore and Cotton Owens had as Nascar’s pioneers.
They crafted the engines, drove the miles, and survived the crashes that led us to NASCAR as we know it today.
And while I was in awe of them both for their racing accomplishments, I walked away from this lunch as amazed and grateful for their service to our country.
They are the greatest generation. In so many ways! And we need to thank them. And keep thanking them.
What a lunch!
