Highway 29,US 29.Seems I have always lived near that road.When I was a kid ,on summer nights,window open in my bedroom,laying there thinking of life and all it's problems and how mine would be someday I could hear the big 18 wheelers winding thru the gears,the whining of the tires,it was always a comfort for me hearing them.Then the occasional siren from a Police,Fire Ambulance vehicle would jerk me back into reality.I could hear Bob Whites,Mocking Birds singing at night oh how I love that.Yes US 29 will always be in my memories.
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