That miraculously dismal first apartment with a dirt filled pool in the parking lot.
Marking lambs in the spring.
The dogs that run away and the three-legged cats that stay.
Foil wrapped briskets on BBQ grills made from oil drums.
Wrecked cars and skipped work.
The guy who would only listen to Queen after 8pm.
The snake handlers and the tongue speakers and those in between.
The stories of a family.
The events of a life.
These are some of the reasons I Tell It.
What about you?
See you May 16th at The Way Station.
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