Garrison Kielor’s story about Buddy Holly still makes me cry.
Our version of that is hanging out in Isabella and listening to the Dead and Neil Young way too loud, 22 miles from the next nearest person.
To me, it feels like praying because I’m not very religious………………..or am I?
Sometimes I feel like wearing an orange robe and wandering around the forest service roads just being happy with everyone and everything, but I’m worried they wouldn’t sell me smokes at Piggly Wiggly.
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