Our shotgun house on the Mississippi...when I was a 11 or so...
My pops was obsessed with the river, even building a boat that turned into a house...there was the smell of fish all around, I was always chilled to the bone. We had a big Saint Bernard dog as a watch dog, and he watched me all the time. Most of the time I was lonely, out of touch with others, I... Sign in to see full entry.