Last year on the way home from the Getaway a bunch of us stopped at a Cracker Barrel for one more hour of each other's company. After lunch we sat in the rockers they have for sale on their porch for "one more song," and then "just one more."

A couple stopped to listen to us. The woman was from Scotland and said her uncle sang a lot of folk songs. She sang us a wonderful song that he wrote, about how he loved to wander and sing, and didn't care for the city life. It was a darned good song. I wished so much later that one of us had been able to record it so that it wouldn't be lost. That woman may be the only person who still knows that song.