My grandma loved two things, playing with hair and talking. Here's how she inspired these lyrics in the song Carry On.
I remember being handed a little, black plastic comb at just about every school picture day in elementary school. I started kindergarten in 1987. Each kid got their very own comb to use before their picture was taken. Sometimes there'd be a little mirror to look in just before it was your turn. If you… Continue reading Why the comb in my Dad’s pocket reminds me to save money (Part 3)