"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Where I Fall Like Small Dreams, and I Fade Like Bright Beams

Thanks again, for everything. I'm taking a little breather, so don't worry if you don't hear much out of me in the next few days, got a heap of family stuff to sort through, not to mention the pieces of my own life to pick up. Chances of Knoxville-ward travel for the weekend are disappointingly slim, but I wish everyone a frightastic Hallow's Eve, and I want pictures.