Down home

Hard times had hit them. Protestants always end up in the conservatory, his aunt used to say, getting the last bit of free heat until the glass fell in. That's how it was down home anyway, but it was mostly better in the city.

I see people here from all over the country and from all over the world. My favorite folks are people who come from down home in Missouri

On what would be our last visit down home, my aunt, Doug, and I decided to drive by and see—but what, we didn't know. As we neared, we slowed down and saw a trailer parked in the front yard. Clearly there was work being done on the house. Suddenly, my aunt said "Pull in the drive. I want to see who bought the house."