I love pumpkin pie. I love pecan pie. I love dressing. I love mom’s home made fudge! I love this time of year: the food the best.

There is a train somewhere near my house … I hear it several times a day. That faint train whistle is almost comforting. After 24 years, it’s a sound of home — maybe I’ll leave it some day. And there are others: Every morning at 8am, a whistle blows at the plant on the river. My mom used to work there. I remember going to preschool and hearing that sound … and now I still hear it as I drive to my job. Small towns …

I think I need a new design for this site … I’m not really interested in the photos, files, or mp3’s anymore. Something blog only. Test 1 kinda thing … only better looking.

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