wherein i take a hike on billy graham’s kin folks’ homeplace
Feb 8, 2014
I spent three hours here, yesterday. On this stoop and on this porch. I humped up and wouldn’t budge when everyone else went to feed the donkey. Even though they knew good and well they weren’t supposed to feed that donkey. And I thought about my great-aunt Georgie, and Pa and Ma. And how they all were born, and grew up, and lived to become what they became in houses just like this. And, I’ve gotta be honest. I cried a little. But I’m not sure why.