Well, I've been back in South Carolina two weeks now. I'm still covered in boxes and none of my things from Kentucky seem to fit the new house but Mom fixed Sunday dinner yesterday and being able to drive over and sit beside them and then jump up and do the dishes before leaving and driving back across town— and not across the Smoky Mountains — was such a treasure. I have dusted off this video from 1985 when Daddy made history and somebody asked the Poet to write about it. She doesn't usually lose it so publicly but there are occasions when the great spirit and the ancestors take over — completely. This poem "He Never Had It Made" is in the new reprint of RICE from Northwestern University Press.