I've decided to go back to Mayberry...with Andy, Floyd and Aunt Bea.
I miss those days of hanging out with my cousins and draggin a wagon full of pop bottles to the store to get them cashed in for candy money.
I miss walking through the garden with my Mom and eating strawberries and tomatos without washing them first.
I miss standing on the wooden step stool at my Great Grandma's house drying dishes after she washed them. She'd talk and I'd look at all the roots of starts of plants she had in jelly jars on the cabinet.
I miss running through the creek lookin for crawdads and climbing trees that were too high...Mom said I was like a cat...I'd climb too high then get scared to get down.
I miss reading the funnies every Sunday afternoon with my Dad and we'd laugh.
I miss fishing with my family. I like to shut my eyes and remember the sun feeling so good and trying to get my Dad to put one of "fancy lures" on my pole...even though I'd been catching "tree bass" all day.
As the world gets crazier I'm going to live by the words of Zac Brown Band "Ain't in no hurry at all".
Mayberry is still around, it's in the heart of us Okies. We just need to get back there and stay.
So I am not going to spend my time worrying about being right or wrong or politics.
You can find me at the lake teaching my Grandson Cash to fish with the fancy lures.