My Daddy, he’s always been a teller of tales.
And me? Why, I always been a listener o’ them tales, could listen all day long.
Well, them memories, them tales, true and bigger than life and embellished upon ever’ single tellin’, why, they need to be old, one time and fer all time.
That there? That’s why I been writin’.
An that, my friends, is a pure and true thing o’ beauty!