Push button transmissions in a ugly of green valiant.

Saturday at the barber shop reading old Field & Streams, listening to the ole men talk, getting a flat top, with wax, or a Moohawk, and DD Hardee butchering my hair, and saying did a Rabbit run over your grave when he damn near took my left ear off.

Smokey Joe going fishing with me, some kind of dog, half shephard and God know what else and eating the bream before I could take them off the hook from my ole cane pole.

Riding with my Granpa in his ole ford pickup around the farm talking with the sharecroppers, and going into the tobacco barns and being amazed at how they hung the crop.

Confederate Memorial Day, parades, speeches, pretty girls and great food and all the ladies dressed in their best.

High school football on Friday nights.

Summers at Pawley's Island, crabbing and surf fishing with the men. I loved all five of my Uncles, good sportsmen and successful businessmen.

I could go on, but I have had a blessed life as many on this board have.

Shacked