just a memory

What do my brain and my fingers want to talk about this morning? Well for one thing it’s January, it’s
winter and it is frosty cold this morning. I grew up in Kentucky and I don’t miss cold weather, the
older I get the more true that is. Standing outside in the cold, wet and snow waiting on the school
bus. Those were the days, when the only thing we worried about was not having our homework done,
what boy liked what girl and did I have enough penny candy for me and my friends.