Tired, Thankful, and HOME!

“I can feel it coming, it’s an old familiar ache…”

I strummed the opening chords and sang these words once again. This time the “stage” was a church basement fellowship hall, standing in front of a backdrop of painted plywood Swedish horses. There was an aroma of history (and an amazing potluck lunch) in the air. A glass case in the corner told the story…