While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
The Civil Wars can even make "You are My Sunshine" (a song my father used to sing to the three of us as kids to my great, true delight) sound melancholic and vaguely morose - to beautiful effect.