………on this cool autumnal day! The scenery is changing, we must say. The leaves they fall and the ducks all fly away……and the ground will soon be frozen hard as ice.

Steinbeck, what on earth are you doing?

I’m singing Mom’s favorite song, “My Old Kentucky Home”.

Why?

Well, that’s where she was born and she likes it and it makes her think of her dad who was also born there.

I meant, why are you singing, but more importantly…..those aren’t the words.

I’m being creative.

Oh give me a home, where the carrots grow tall……..where the catnip still grows in the fall……..where bunnies and squirrels don’t tease me at all……..and the sunshine still warms all my furs…………

Hemingway?????????

If you can do it, so can I.