Recently, I had the unpleasant task of attending an aunt's funeral in the town I was born. I went by all the old homesteads. I even made pictures of myself sitting on the porches of these old family homes, that were long ago sold. It had been over 25 years since I had been to any of them. I currently buy and sell homes, and I always drive by them if I am in the area. It reminds me of an old country song by Merle Haggard, "Three miles down a gravel road, I could see the proud old home, a tribute to a way of life that's almost come and gone. The roots of my rasin' run deep, I come back for the strength that I need, and hope comes no matter how far down I sink, the roots of my raisin' run deep."