(musin’s and confusin’s of my Daddy’s Midwest childhood) Seems we Goodwells, when we got us someplace to go we get ourselves there lickity split. An’ so it was here an’ now. Daddy an’ me, we fair sailed from the auction barn, Daddy behind the wheel o’ the International an’ me holdin’ on fer dear … Continue reading “Come Hell ‘r High Water”
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