2/24/1994-3/21/1994.

We do not get a lot of Tornado’s in this part of Tennessee but we sure do see the devistation that they cause everyone else.

A stroll through the trees of the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee.

Today, I have several reasons to miss what I consider to be my hometown.

A flower tree.

A little something I’ve been working on. I doubt it’ll go passed two chapter’s but, we’ll see.

The many miles that separate can be a stumbling block if allowed to be, but nothing is impossible as long as there is the will and desire behind it.

A short love story about a girl I met in Tennessee. I wrote this poem many, many years ago…

Didn’t go to extreme details due to boredom, Still in editing mode.

Roll Tide Baby…