Meet me at Golden Grove
Tourist, white man wiping his face
Met me in Golden Grove market place
He looked at my old clothes brown with stain
And soaked right through with the Portland rain..

Ah! A little appreciation!

AH! ONE peanut brittle makes my world! It's not just any old peanut brittle, from the factory to the store to the gut. It is my very own peanut brittle, brought to moi by my own wife ...

Battle lines drawn

Shoes on my feet, I bought it
Car I'm driving, I bought it
Rock on my hand, I bought it,
I depend on me, if I want it
-Destiny's Child, 'Independent Woman'