Story Stacking on a Lazy Dazy Sunday

The man is zeroed in onthe Masters. I can see his blond head from here.I’m back porch writing in my new Swingasan. (LOVE this thing!) Just a little while ago Papa and Mama came by for a quick cup of coffee. While they were here our conversation turned to Mama’s parents, my beloved grandparents and their camp on the Old River. It didn’t take us long to stack up a ton of stories from those years, almost all of them revolving aroundPapaw’s shenanigans. Stick around. I’ll tell you more of those a...