2015 · 04. Mai 2015

The Triumph Scar… and it’s Inspiration My first triumph left a pretty big scar… but I guess that’s how you know it’s a triumph. Once again, “FLANERY, GET OUT HERE” came rushing through the screen door from the porch. So out I went, knowing it was time for another growth spurt. My Grandaddy’s words were always so economically spent that I learned to savor every single syllable on that porch.