Well, as per usual I am loving every word of this thread...

You see, the P-Vine and I are going into our 8th month here in Pine Grove holler and we are just at that point in the redo of this farm house where we can evn discuss the luxary of having a "real table" back in our lives as the end is now in sight...

But we've been makin' do with a old table that she has owned forever that used to sit in the living room by the front door and had the important function of being the place where car keys were thrown...

...but it has been in service since the move and has been our office at times, a work table at times and the table where we had Christmas dinner with old man Clifford who lives here in the holler and ain't got nobody to look mush after him...

And it's where the lady who came to sell us carpet broke down and told us about arelationship which had soured and we found oursleves not only buying the higher priced carpet but playing mom and dad...

I wish I could say that I wrote a great epic or song at this table but I haven't but I did do the inside art work for my new CD on that table so, hey, maybe one day I'll write that epic or song about our experiences over the last 8 months...

But one this is for sure. Jerry is right. A kitchen table can be anywhere...

sniff...

Bobert