Somehow this simple medley creates something beautiful. It is a work of art as far as I am concerned. Momma would typically start this work of art and love early on Sunday mornings.

I would typically ride a borrowed bike to the store. Out front was an old church pew being held down by Snow, an older black man that might as well have been the most experienced employee and a second dad to my Aunt Tanja. Next to the pew a cricket box was singing like a siren drawing you to the lake to go fishing.