Lauren B Called
Like Home - Poem by Lauren B Called
Strong smell of the new tires that have always hurt my nose.... loud local station blaring on the radio.... old pictures pinned here and there.... reminds me of the shop the old man and sons shared....spent a lot of my teens hanging with the guys there....flannel, hat and jeans, working by their side....didn't really have a choice they wouldn't let me slide....learning the hard way by hand wrenching.... never thought someday these sounds and smells I'd cherish....now two are in Alaska one back in the home town....the one I married been gone over 28 years now....the old man lives alone with his animals and quietness.....but oh I remember the fun we had when their place was hopping like this
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