These days. I miss the used to be. The way back when. I miss my Mother bringing in the mail, pouring her tenth cup of coffee, sitting...

Well, I up and did it. After twenty years in Nashville and sixteen up on the hill I picked up stakes and headed to the coast. Otherwise...

There's that familiar rattle. And with it there is Daddy in his chair watching westerns and Mama at the stove humming and cooking something