Unbelievable, I was just going to ask this question and, thankfully, somebody resurrected this old thread and spared me the embarrasment of having the blue clicky curse put on me. It got down into the low forties last night, the 50'X 50' maple that is my front yard is just starting to blush at the thought of its comming nudity, and I've been listening to Tony Rice's version of "Urge For Going", JT's "Walking Man", and Kate Wolf's "(Only Got) These Times We're Living In"

There's winter wood piled on the porch,
Walnuts scattered on the ground,
And wood smoke rising to the sky.

An old man comes home from work,
Hugs his wife in his sweat-stained shirt
and walks throught the door to where it's warm inside

Thanks Margret,

John