Deliver the News

I’m fixing to deliver the news.

Well, not really the news as in “news,” but rather some news as relates to the results of the poll that was posted in my column last week outlining the three choices I was fixing to be faced with concerning the future of, I’m Fixin’ To, the very column you are reading at this moment.

As y’all most likely recall the poll was to get some insight into if folks want to read, and in the event they do, what would be their preference of a subject to repose over.

There were three choices in the poll beginning with whether I should abandon all this scribbling and get another job, or, keep on burning the midnight oil, and if so, whether to continue dwelling on the serial I had presented during the last eight weeks, or go back to writing about whatever struck my fancy.

The poll provided email addresses, a phone number, and invited personal contact as methods to respond and offer your opinion.

I’m pleased to report that the response has been of a biblical proportion. I have been deluged by emails and by all the electronic wonders at our fingertips, my phone has been ringing off the hook, folks have arrived by boat and my driveway has been busier than a Marta station as people arrived to render their opinion in person.

I was at one function where there was a large crowd and I had a difficult time marking down opinions because everybody was talking to me at once. It was like all the descendants of the builders of Babel were there.

I am gratified to report that so far only a minuscule number of the total majority have been of the opinion that I ought to get another job. So we’re going to go ahead and wipe this option off the menu. Just between us, I also know that a great many of the folks who were of that opinion are known Democrats. Some of them were even lawyers.

So the last two options are what we are left with, and I have had some strong opinions on each.

One reader informed me that they really enjoyed the last few weeks of my serial relating the story of the race to cash in a winning lotto ticket that was fixing to expire.

Another one told me that if I left them hanging like that for another eight weeks that they were going to wring my neck.

Still another told me that it didn’t matter what I wrote about, to just please be fixing to keep on doing it.

So here’s where we are, or aren’t. The bottom line is that we just don’t know yet because we are still tallying votes, and a few stragglers are still coming in.

But I promise not to allow the tallying of votes to continue on for another eight weeks. No ma’am, no sir, I ain’t fixing to get my neck wrung.