Wings

The wings are still there
Propped in a dark corner
Of a forgotten room
Since childhood

Shaggy and moth eaten
Dull gray with dust
Feathers drooping
Beneath Time’s weight

They whisper of a dream
Where anything is possible
Where I can fly
If only I believe

And possess a child’s courage
To strap on gossamer wings
Constructed of innocence and faith
And leap blindly into space

Photo from Pixabay

Wagon Wheel

Old Crow Medicine Show is a Nashville based string band that has been recording since 1998. Their music has been described as Americana, alternative country, folk country, and bluegrass. They have garnered many nominations and awards in their long career, including the 2015 Grammy Award for Best Folk Album of the Year for Remedy.
My favorite single, “Wagon Wheel” (which has been covered by various artists), was nominated for Song of the Year in 2013 by the Country Music Association, and was certified platinum by the Recording Industry of America in 2013.

Hershel’s Secret

Damn, it was hard to keep a secret from Maryanne. That woman was so confounded nosey. Asking this, asking that, her voice going all reed-thin like it always did when she didn’t believe a word I was saying.

“And you’re telling me that this time you gotta stay late and work on Mr. Redwine’s truck.” The racket the twins was making in the background pretnear drowned out her voice. “For Pete’s sake, you’re a carpenter, not a mechanic.”

One of ‘em—most likely Alex, he was the noisy one—let out a high-pitched squeal that stabbed my throbbing head like a rusty pitchfork. I yanked my cell away from my ear, whispering “holy shit” through gritted teeth.

Squawk, squawk, squawk spitted out of the phone. I lifted it back to my ear.

“—and we’re gonna talk about it when you get home. This’s been going on for months. Two or three evenings a week, something’s come up and you’ve been getting home late, dark or after. How you been driving nails in the dark, Hershel Thurman Patterson? Huh? You tell me. And your paycheck sure ain’t been getting any bigger.”

Lord-a-mercy, the lying was getting harder and harder to live with. “I…uh…the truck…” Good thing I didn’t have one of them there smartphones. I’d heard tell you could track a body if he had one on him. Continue reading