I am from Murrell and Al, Evelyn and Charlie, Betty and Dick.
I am from the rolling Midwest prairie, the heated bayous of Louisiana, and the heavy snow and deep waters of Northern Wisconsin.
Now, I am from Alaska.
I am from corn on the cob, mudbugs, bratwurst and the miracle of microwaves.
From poor, hard working folks surviving the Great Depression, strong, tall, proud Blackfeet fleeing life on the reservation, and a series of stepfathers.
I am from Bible beating, missionary loving stock with cocktails in their hands.
From “The truth shall set you free” and “Never judge a man until you’ve walked a moon in his moccasins.”
From Barbies, canoes, and a full tank of gas.
Jimmy Swaggart, Jimmy Carter, Jim Beam, and Elvis.
Now, I am from snow-capped purple mountains and the jade green sea.
I am now at the end of the road.
The Joyful Journey of the King Cake
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