: About Me

Ma afghan wrapped, nestled in her rocker, myself on her lap, others blanket draped sat around on the floor. As if taking the heat radiating from the wood burning stove and rubbing it all through my body. Sending me off to dream land with the words to Walk The Line, Burning Ring of Fire & A Boy named Sue. Early 70's it was, my earliest recollections of Johnny Cash . Darker chapters of a young man's life would lead on several occasions to hear that distinctive clang of prison cells. As you lay there pondering life, no other person's song could describe the dread as well as Johnny's Folsom Pr...