The silence of a falling starLights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
-Hank Williams
For me, blogging is a multi-sensory experience. Add audio and visual to accompany the words and I'm transported to another time and place, like Montgomery, drinking shots over Hank's grave on a Sunday afternoon.
Colleen, that is a great shot! I fondly remember our trip there, was it from that trip or do you go there when you're so lonesome you could cry? Aunt Ricia
ReplyDeleteNothing better than sad shots on a Sunday :)
ReplyDeleteAunt 'Ricia: I try to stay home when I'm so lonesome I could cry - strangers just give weird looks (that was from our daytrip - didn't you recognize the Opryland shot glasses? :)
ReplyDeleteKQ: sadly, you need a connection to buy alcohol in Alabama on Sundays...fortunately, we had Tiffany!
You need/want booze I'm your gal!
ReplyDeleteG'Rant's mom: "Anyone need to use the restroom?"
ReplyDeleteRick Collins: "Aaaaaah do."
such tiny bottles say volumes...
ReplyDeleteRoad trip with Rick Collins...most lovable redneck ever!
hey,
ReplyDeleteI want to go next time..he is my man!
love EQ