July 04, 2005
After visiting with MY 94 year-old grandmother yesterday, that's all I'm gonna say. I LIKE old folks who still have some spark in 'em.
It's strange... I remember being a little boy and listening to my realtives talk while they drank beer and moonshine and laughed a lot. I couldn't have been older than six at the time.
But I caught a vision in my mind of just HOW MANY paths those people had walked and how many good stories they had to tell about it. I really SAW it, too--- like a path through a field of flowers that winds and twists over rocks and clay, across a stream or two, and just keeps going... for a LONG way.
I didn't have many memories when I was six years old. I ENVIED the older folks for what they had done and how they told those stories.
Now I AM one of the older folks and I HAVE walked that twisted path. I have a lot of stories to tell.
I also wish I was six years old again.
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