All of us have our ways of marking time. Students go by the school year, sportsmen, by seasons; merchants, many, by holidays. Today, I realized how my own life in this place has become ordered by the comings and goings of birds.
Throwing a big ole wrench in everything is the pesky incision in my right temple and all the do's and don't's associated with it. With Becky's help here and the help of friends in The Holler, I'll be fine.
Once again, we'll be having so much fun it should be illegal. Take a look at the BRR itinerary and I think you will have to agree!