I grew up in Rehobeth out on the farm, picking cotton, feeding the chickens and the hogs every morning. Not sure if that little house is even still standing… Those were different times, you could really depend on your family, friends, and neighbors. People just looked out for one another. You could leave your doors and windows open anytime and sleep out on the porch. We’d all get together for fellowship, laughing, joking, crying, playing games, and running the roads. Our gang would hang out over at the Sav-A-Minit and pool hall on 3rd Avenue and play pinball at the Hobby Center downtown. We’d go out to Buie’s Restaurant every Friday night for a good meal. Those were the good ole days, never to return.