happiness ain’t just for high achievers…

One thing that my late Grandmother taught me is that just because I was a child from the foot of an Appalachian mountain didn’t mean that I couldn’t do anything that I wanted to do. I dedicate this trip to you Grandmother.

I promise you’ll have fun. We may not be rolling in the dough, but we are a hoot.

My brother. Me. The smokies. I made him play this song over and over.

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One of my favorite days spent with my brudder. When I was little, I refused to take a picture without him.

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