Karma and where have all the good guys gone. or won't you be my neighbor?
As Karma would have it I was raised in a neighborhood with lots of kids always running about, staying out late catching fireflies all summer A neighborhood much like the fictional sesame street where everyone knew you and your parents,where you were safe and looked out for by all the neighborhood moms, a place where you could take a shortcut through the neighbors yard because you were being chased by a scary dog , were you could play freeze tag throughout the whole neighborhood. My Mamaw and Papaw's neighborhood was the same way we had free reign to run up and down the road, climb the neighbors tree because after all it was the best one for climbing. When baby bird was born my papaw asked a favor of baby bird and I, to live and look after my mamaw if anything were to happen to him, we kept that promise when he passed away and not long after we moved in. Baby bird soon became mamaw's sidekick and the mini Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood who made it a point ...