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Thanks, I could use a good laugh these days.

Bring's a tear to this ol'coon-dog's eyes. Memories of mammaries. Of the old homestead on a warm summers night. Lite up with burning crosses on the hilltops and a full moon hanging over those self-same hilltops. To the ethereal music of the hounds bugling as they race through the woods, chasing whatever.

Remembering the simple pleasures of simple folks living simple lives. The simple pleasures of spending time with my father's kinfolk of convenient memory loss.