Monday Music

I got a phone call this morning from a relative. I'm at the age when a phone call from a relative is a bad thing. My uncle had passed away. He was the last of the bunch on my mother's side of the family. 14 brothers and sisters in all with all but 1 of them reaching adulthood. My grandmother had her first child in the year 1922 when she was only 15. They were sharecroppers picking cotton in North Mississippi. My uncle was born in 1951. And now they are all gone. Enjoying the same status as kings and queens and other heads of state that have left this mortal coil. So, this morning is a bummer, innit. 

there's just a graveyard and it's coming fast