growing up in Pensacola, I remember when no areas, and I mean NO areas were roped off to keep you out of Fort Pickens...
and also,
I remember the smell
Of the creosote plant
Where we'd have to eat on Easter
With my crazy ol' Uncle and Aunt
Lived in a big house Antibellum style
And the wind would blow 'Cross the ol' bayou
When I was a lanky little child
Life Is Just A Tireswing