A drift back into time

I wrote the following update on my Facebook account today and thought I'd share it on Tug's Life as well:

Byron Chesney My mind just drifted back to August of 1977 when I was 10-years old, walking barefoot and shirtless up Maloneyville Rd after an afternoon rain shower. The smell of honeysuckles and hot pavement penetrate my nostrils as the sound of an old Southern Railway train rumbled through the thick mass of blackberry bushes while rounding the corner by old man Kruegers farm. Man, I wish I was back there again...