Wednesday, June 27, 2012


While I grew up in a one stop-light town, at least we had street names and house numbers.  Bein' "from town" I had no idea how to find my way around "the country" until I found myself havin' a crush of this boy who lived in a "no stoplight town."

I remember one night after dinner, Daddy said he had to go to that "no stoplight town and I was crazy to go with him, hopin' against hope I might get a glimpse of my "hearts desire."

I remember askin' Daddy  to wait a minute cause I needed to look up his address in the phone book and Daddy jus busted out laughin'.

"Susta" he said, we're goin to tha country, those folks don't have house numbers!

I was no more good!  How was I ever gonna find that boy's house?

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