Speakeasy #110 – Swimmin’ Hole

My life began with a funeral. Mama liked to say grief drove her to the “indiscretion” she’d had while her husband was down at the church, prayin’ for his mama’s soul to rest in peace.  My real daddy was a mechanic at the garage in our small town, fixin’ up broke down vehicles.  Mama’s beat up … Continue reading Speakeasy #110 – Swimmin’ Hole