Sunday
I've got it all to myself now Crack the window just a hair Dark and close, the way I like it Black tobacco chokes the air I keep to myself, I lack the language I measure out my life with coffee grounds The trees are the color of ashes In Charlemagne's home town
I was just sitting here listening to the Winamp on a Sunday afternoon when James McMurtry came on singing this song… It really caught my attention because I had an email this week from WikiTree that said that there was a chance that Charlemagne is my 33rd great grandfather…
Even if it’s not true, it’s kinda fun to speculate about. That leads to this little tidbit…
So much for my not so common ancestry,,, Of course, untold millions share the same ancestry that many generations back.
Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and say a prayer for our dysfunctional country and the world… I’ll catch y’all on the other side…
