I was born in a town that was a high spot in the middle of a big old swamp. , for that is all the place is when you think about it. I was raised on the dirt road off second loop road South of Jeffords creek. I spent a many day in that swamp. It was a great place to go, and play. Fish, hunt and hang out back then that was all we had ? We spent time out doors, we played with other children, we interacted, and though we did not know that word yet. Well back to recollection? It matters not what for, I am just writing to write some sort of history for there is so little about me that is written. All is in the memory banks of ones mind that gets, full so you delete what you don like, what you forget, what you try to forget, for you do not want to remember. Why do folks act as if one has to be something great to have Had a successful life , I have had a wonderful life? I am still above ground, breathing in and out, I have worked hard to keep a simple life and raise two children. Keep the family dry and warm and feed. A few simple pleasures like a TV, a stereo, music, an automobile that runs well. I read that the devil rides an idle horse so it is best to stay busy, I work on projects, build stuff, home improvement. ,We where all young when we went through the Cuban missile crisis, learned how to prepare for an Atomic blast, and experienced 3 days of coverage on TV , the assaination of a American President, J.F. Kennedy. They sent us all home that day it happened, remember? Also during this time period I learn how to grow a spring, summer, and fall garden.build auto engines, then it happened and started to learn music! ah it sunk its claws in me and to this day I still play !