Someone asked Hank, "How do you write all of those sad songs?", Hank replied, "Hell boy, you can't just write 'em, you gotta live 'em, and remember this, everybody loves to feel sorry for themselves."
The greater part of what my neighbors call good, I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? --Henry Thoreau
My forefather, Valentine Barr Kerr, a carpenter, came to North America 7 generations ago in the year 1760. In those days we were Pennsylvania Dutch. All of his decendents (except my mother) in line to me and including me were carpenters. After 17 years of building custom homes, at the age of 38, I changed professions from woodworking to metalworking, I now build custom signage. So far So good.