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Jun 30, 2010 5:49 PM EDT

Sorry about the extended drive!

- Lucynda Burdine

May 22, 2011 5:58 PM EDT

...indeed...there is no place like home..:)

- <a href="http://www.loftbarnplans.com/goat-barn-plans/">Kerry Mckinney</a>

Mar 28, 2010 8:03 AM EDT

Aunt Chris, This was a lovely piece. Though the relationship my many brothers and Sisters share is probably not unique, it is special. And we do enjoy the times we spend together. Although they are not frequent enough with everyone scattered across the USA. I regret that we didn't have the chance to know our father in his good times, but am thankful for the family I gained through him. Without family, all the riches of the world mean nothing.

- Pamela Ericson Easley

Mar 28, 2010 8:28 AM EDT

Gail: Your dad had so much talent, but so many demons. As adults we can look back and see what must have been hell for him and all those close to him. I am always reminded of him when I hear Lucinda Williams' song, "Little Angel, Little Brother." It makes me cry each time I hear her sing those words, because they describe Phil so accurately.

- Christina Lovin

Mar 27, 2010 3:43 AM EDT

As a native of Hendersonville, I thank you for a very interesting perspective of our area. Very enjoyable reading, keep it up.

- Bob Hoots

Mar 15, 2010 3:40 AM EDT

Interesting, as usual. So where do you stand on the Kindle? I still much prefer reading "real" books.

- Marc Gunther

Mar 15, 2010 5:56 AM EDT

Marc--I know several people who own a Kindle or other reading tool (for want of a better word) and are totally hooked on them. One person has severe vision problems and is happy that he can adjust the pages so that he can read the text. Others like the availability of so many books at the touch of a screen. For me, however, there is nothing like opening a real book for the first time and falling into a story printed on the page. Or, better yet, opening a book that has been loved and read over and over (by myself or others), one that is dog-eared or with marginal notes made by a stranger or has an inscription to someone who is long dead but remembered in some shaky script. I have many old, old books that I treasure. I can't see how someone a hundred years from now will pick up an (by then) archaic Kindle, tap the screen (that will no longer work due to new technology), and see nothing but blankness. There will be new technology, of course, and readers will flock to the next big thing. But even if they are only treasured as antiques, printed books will still be around. In my opinion, there is just something visceral about holding someone's thoughts or ideas in that combination of ink and paper in one's hand that can't be equaled by a computerized screen.

- Christina Lovin