Sunday, November 18, 2012

Kenny

Sitting here eating breakfast in Jamaica, and the music they're playing in the background is the same Kenny Rogers album my dad used to play all the time when I was a kid helping him in his workshop. I know all the words to every song, and I suddenly wish I had some woodworking to do.

This verse of "The Coward of the County" is for you, Dad. I miss you.