The Old Mule

A view from my back porch…

  Recently I stopped by stepping through the doors of a old country store that has stood as a landmark in a small Georgia town since 1918. With the smallest of items I wet my appetite just as my mind remembered from by gone days. Reaching for a ice cold bottle coke followed by a handful of crackers laying on each a torn piece of hoop cheese was memory road for these worn eyes. I think time has robed us of the little things that once meant the most in life and that I miss tremendously. Even though we have some great modern conveniences they will always come in short when we stack them up against the early days of our youth. It might just be the way things are, but living in the past as I seem to do more of these days is like living life over again. So with that memories can be for each of us the lifeline of youth in this modern world of time…………………………….….Dan