A loaf of bread, a jug of wine.....
But when I wuz a boy, on those long balmy daze of summer, I’d take a book, a loaf of bread, some fresh green onions or tomatoes right out of the garden ‘n climb the apple tree in our back yard.....high in the tree, I c’d see ‘cross the railroad tracks ‘n over the willows ‘n water maples that lined the riverbank, the broad, brown Ohio....the river ‘n the green hills were the two dominant factors in the summer life of boys.....well, back then anyways....
Nowadays it’s a little bit different...seems like the older I get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for which makes it somewhat oxymoronic when I find m’self sitting in line at Costco to buy gas at $3.40 cents a gallon ‘n I don’t get at all frustrated...well, not with the line anyways...the price I have to pay is a different story..
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