While You Might Not Get Porter Wagoner...
...you might get the larger meaning of this post.
I just got the news of the death of West Plains, MO's favorite son, Porter Wagoner. Giggle if you must, but the news of his passing didn't bring memories of listening to his music with my PaPa or even actually seeing him perform at the Grand Old Opry. It brought memories of buying a card for Michael with Mel and Amanda and trying to explain to them who the man was. That memory then led to memories of playing games in Hubbard and laughing until I hurt and a general feeling of silly grinning that's lasted for a few minutes now.
You all just pop up in the strangest places sometimes.