MUSINGS\r\nBy Regena Handy\r\nThis may be closest I come to talking about politics.\r\nOh, no, you\u2019re saying, she promised not to touch on that subject. Most of us are already worn out with that topic which doesn\u2019t culminate for another four long months with the Big Election. But this story is actually about gravy.\r\nIf you grew up in any part of the south, you well know how much we like our gravy. Biscuits and gravy. Fried chicken and gravy. Dumplings and gravy. Sausage gravy. Bacon gravy. Red-eye gravy.\r\nRecently on Steve Harvey\u2019s TV show \u201cLittle Big Shots,\u201d he featured a young boy named Carson Peters from a small community in Tennessee. Carson was only five years old and already a fantastic little fiddler with a charming stage personality when my husband and I first met him at the Galax Fiddlers\u2019 Convention around 2010.\r\nDuring the interview portion of the show, comedian Harvey was stressing the youngster\u2019s country roots and asked him if he liked gravy. To which Carson replied, \u201cGravy is my favorite beverage.\u201d\r\nSome of us can relate.\r\nOkay, okay, where is the political slant on this whole story, get to it already, you\u2019re saying.\r\nI grew up in the \u201850s and \u201860s in what people probably call a blue-collar family. My father was a sawmiller, my mother a housewife and child caregiver. Our small farm consisted of a milk cow, hogs that were raised for slaughter, work horses used in timbering, chickens, dogs and cats. We grew a vegetable garden, along with corn and hay for the animals.\r\nWe certainly weren\u2019t rich by monetary standards but didn\u2019t lack for the necessities either. Every morning I would wake to the smell of gravy and biscuits along with meat raised on the farm.\r\nI commented to my mother once that she made the best biscuits and gravy in the world. Her reply was that she had certainly had enough practice as she cooked them almost every morning of her married life.\r\nNow, finally, here\u2019s where the political comment comes in. Depending on who was president at the time determined the type of gravy we had. Per my father, anyway. My first recollection was of Ike gravy, then there was Kennedy gravy, followed by Johnson gravy and Nixon gravy.\r\nI remember Dad saying after his inauguration, \u201cwe\u2019re having Kennedy gravy this morning.\u201d I was only seven and probably wondered why we had switched from Ike gravy. Or on one occasion him saying to my mother, \u201cbetter make the gravy a little thinner this morning, we\u2019ve got a new president.\u201d\r\nNow, I\u2019m not getting into political party lines and all that, but obviously the gravy was better when Dad\u2019s preferred candidate was in office.\r\nI\u2019ll admit I\u2019m having a hard time imagining Hillary gravy or Trump gravy or even Bernie gravy. Just doesn\u2019t have the same quality somehow.\r\nBut regardless of all the goings-on in Washington that sometimes seem far removed from much of the populace or the eventual outcome of it all, us regular folks know how to survive. We\u2019ll just make the gravy a little thinner.