MAKE AMERICA MAYBERRY AGAIN (MAMA)
I was raised in a dysfunctional home. Maybe, all of us were to some degree. My home was filled with tension, harsh words, anger, threats, fear and physical punishment. I felt perpetually unwelcome. I would often lose myself in dreams of a better place. A friendly, welcoming place where words produced laughter not pain. To this end, I never missed a rerun of the Andy Griffith show during my childhood years. Mayberry became my happy place. Mayberry represented family and a better existence, a better America. Baseball, apple pie and Chevrolet. A cold coke on the porch as the autumn breeze brought another pleasant day to an end. Maybe Uncle Andy would break out the guitar and we would sing a few tunes. No matter the events of the day it would end with a kiss on the forehead as Andy turned the bedside lamp out. The town w...