absentbree

Confession:
Every Sunday I listen to Bluegrass. I've been trying to figure out why and I think I finally understand it. My father was a pastor when I was a child. I spent most of my Sundays in a small country church ( like 30 people) listening to people plucking away on a banjo, guitar, mandolin and an old, beat up piano. Everyone at this church was in their late 50's and up...Old timers who could still chop wood, kick ass and knew the value of life.

I would spend my Sunday afternoons with my sister and brother exploring the woods, catching crawfish in the creek, snakes in the tall grass, picking apples, throwing snowballs and hunting for Bigfoot. Sometimes we'd explore buildings that had been abandoned for years.

There is something spectacular about sitting on the wooden steps of an old church and eating apples you just picked from the tree across the dirt road.

So yeah, I'm probably more of a redneck than I would care to admit but I am okay with that