Aboo-solutely correct. It's all that memory tied up in aromas, and conversations and the pickalilly. What I wouldn't give to sit down at my mama's supper table one more time. All that pleasant company and storytelling and the food! Beans and cornbread felt like a meal for a king. Know what I mean?

Thanks for the story, David. What a perfect little front porch, summer tale. How are you feeling nowadays, by the by?