I figure I'll be in a little urn planted in the family section of the cemetary in N. Louisiana where my grandparents were from. All the moving I've done, that town was the only constant in my life. I would spend about a month there every year when I was a kid. My grandfather owned the furniture store, aunt owned the flower shop, cousins owned the general store, another cousin owned the bank. I think I was related to about 1/4 of the white people in the town (nothing disparraging or racist, just reality).

