Start the tears in 3…2…1…

The smell of railroad tar. I love it. It reminds me of home. We had railroad tracks right by our apartment and my friends and I would walk the tracks all the time. Christmas music. Especially “Little Drummer Boy.” Seeing a mom with a tiny baby. My two sons are 6′ 2″ tall now. IContinue reading “Start the tears in 3…2…1…”

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