Life's not bad in the Boro, of late. Not perfect, but not bad. After an unseasonably warm Winter and Spring, the mornings have been glorious and cool in June. Go figure. It's got me feeling Celtic. Don't ask me why. Anyway, here's a Chieftains tune I've been digging:
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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