Well, that was quite a run on Lee Street, dead truck, drama, starvation. Friends sitting in and offering condolences, and stoneries. Memories of my brother and sister, so different, with me in the middle.

Sad memories of all of the people that have passed before me are strong. I am the patriarch of this family. Not your typical one, all I've got is age, and Sis ended up the rich one.

I can't hold an amazing Christmas for all of my family at a Tennessee mansion, but I sure wish I could. The ability to send every grandkid, and great-grandkid, along with my sister and her kids, an invite, a plane ticket, and some cash, to come see me, would be amazing.

So that's the remorse ticket, I can't change it now. But if I and my truck can make it down South to hang with Shelby this Christmas, I'll be happy...