Peace and love and rock'n'roll from a hillbilly, hellbent on saving the world.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Flannel In Florida
Real heroes stand a test of time, don't they? Mine certainly have. The kids in my neighborhood played cowboys and indians like kids in all the other neighborhoods. I usually played an indian. I'm proud of the little bit of Creek blood in me. Grandma was proud of it, too. She was a hero.
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