It’s overcast this Sunday As we sabbath on the deck. A few leaves let go As we creep closer to Fall. Our conversation’s stoked By a breeze blowing over breakfast. We hold hands and thank God for it all.
Last year I released a piece entitled Jalopy that is dedicated to my grandfather, Cleo “Grandaddy” Herndon, who passed away in 2009. During a trip in June to South Georgia I had the chance to play a recording of it for the most important audience that will ever hear it: Cleo’s widow, my grandmother, RosalynContinue reading “‘Jalopy’s Most Important Audience”