Like they say down here, the week's gone by faster than a greased pig. Love those pure country (not just Southern) sayings.
Anyway, I've thankful for my childhood. As I've mentioned on my website, my childhood was one long summer. My parents had a place at Smith Lake and we would stay there all summer long. Dad would drive to work in Birmingham and back. And that was before interstate highways. That means he had to drive the whole way on a two lane road. I don't remember a four lane highway anywhere along the way. Of course, the traffic wasn't as bad but still, thank goodness for I-65 and others. Hah! A two-fer for this Friday.
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