Today I moved a new-to-me roll top desk. A large and beautiful piece, of course it meant I also needed to reposition other things. Yes, I am what you might call uber-organised, and like things "just so". Imagine my delight and surprise to unseal a bag containing old books from my dad, finding a well-worn book of cowboy songs and poetry, plus a volume of "group songs" meant for community singing. While my dad wasn't one to belt out songs often, he appreciated the art of a good and meaningful song. A nice memory on this hot afternoon.
Ginger

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