Forty-two years ago today I left the home I had known for 18 years and rode a bus to Ft. Knox, KY, drafted by my Uncle Sam.
I tried to turn lemons into lemonade, and that desire finds me where I am today.
Still, once in a while I go home and look at my old neighborhood and think of all the water that has passed beneath the bridge.
This song brings on the rain:
Posted Nov 07, 2006