Saturday mornings sitting around the "coffee shop" with my dad when I was a kid. Listening to the older fellas shooting the bull and ragging on the "young kids" (my dad was a young kid then in his 30's). I still do it when I go home to visit. I'm now the "young kid" and they're the older fellas. Just not as many of the young kids doing it anymore.
I also miss setting on the floor while the old men setting around the potbelly stove on cokoler crates talking turkey hunting, while I listened and took mental notes. That`s how little boys learned to turkey hunt back when I was a youngun.
I miss my grandparents and their farm. It was a lot of fun going there to spend a day or two. They sold it in ‘93 or so… I was only around 8 at the time and I remember being heartbroken about it.