I guess I can go home (dad’s place), but oh how things have changed. We walked these roads many times, and there were a bunch of us. Dad’s gone, Denny’s gone, the grandchildren are grown and have children. My wife then, is now my ex. Ah, those were good times that became Great Memories. I smile as I remember . . . . .
- an old tractor
- grape vines
- eating to much
I am Grateful for the times, and Grateful for the Memories.
Everyone of us contributed to the awesome memories. We all were important.