Day 29

A Song From My Childhood:
My Home is in Montana

I am skipping ahead. I am too lazy today to search for what I am supposed to be posting. As nobody really comes here anymore it really does not matter at all. I can do what I like. That is the story of my life now. I am not sure that is a good thing.

I am not sure why but this song has stuck in my brain and when I think of all the songs that I did learn when I was a child this seems to come to the forefront on my mind first. I learned it in school when we were learning cowboy songs.