I was thinking today about the first time Marilyn and I visited the Smokey Mountains. I remember that I was excited because I had never been there before. Marilyn said that she had visited there as a youngster with her parents.  As we headed south-east down the highway, with the radio playing the oldies station, I was wondering what kind of birds and other animals we might see in the mountains.   I turned the radio up.
     "Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' on the river"  we sang along as the old...


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