FAMILY TIES AND OLD TOM T.

As I was in town today, I stopped by to see my brother who lives in Guyandotte. He was still sitting in that old straightbacked chair in the kitchen watching tv when I walked in. I think I may have surprsied him by walking in. Don't think he expected me. Of course I didn't call as I was already at 31st and Fifth before I decided to go see him. Well, a block or two before it but it took me that long to get into the right (left) lane to make the turn to get into Guyandotte. Wish to hell they'd get that bridge replaced.

We rambled over a lot of territory, like we always do. From kids to grandkids to other family members. Spent time on the genealogy, discussing my blog, his and my writings and how easy it is if you have the touch and how very difficult it can be if you don't. And how some people are storytellers by mouth and some are by the written word.

We talked and talked about everything and nothing. But we finally got a handle on the world. And decided that we'd give it to the squirrels. (Thanks, Tom T. Hall, you are a lifesaver and a hell of a poet, boy.)

After I left I came up Route 2 to Little Seven Mile and went across the connector to Route 60, back to Alternate 10 and on home, forgetting to get the prescription filled so I'll have to do that in the morning, along with all the other stuff, before the girls get here between noon and 12.30. Supposed to have both Shellie and Kate for the afternoon 'til their Dad comes to pick them up.

I may get another story off tomorrow morning, or maybe just a poem or two. Depends on the time I imagine.