At times like these, we need a refuge like you had in your home. You made me recall the time we rode our bikes out to a small pond to skate. We soon grew cold and decided to hurry and ride back home. But the cold wind in our faces became near deadly and we sought refuge at a farmhouse halfway into town. They took us in, fed us popcorn in front of the television. Our friend's father with a pickup came and got us in our bikes and got us safely home.

Ron

home is always my favorite place
budd

There's no place like home.