There were no freeways to get out our place - you had to drive down this dirt road for a pace.
A little wood house and a big rd barn - old Tick our dog watchd the farm.
As `evening cooled us from a days work friends might come around. We would sit on the porch with some coffee and talk about the happenings down town.
After the visitors left in thir pick-up we would wash the cups and check on th chickens and animals and turn in - morning omes around pretter early out on a farm - I reacon.