Well, Bobbie, I had resisted, so far , from contributing this go-round of walking down lovely memory lane. However, talk of Cas Walker, Boloney samiches & such has gotten my juices flowing. Not only do I remember (when just a towheaded lad of 10 or so) spending weeks with my mamaw & papaw just off Loyston road. I always slept on the couch in the living room and the first thing I woke to, were the sounds of Cas's show, smells of strong coffee an d frying breakfast meats. And papaw was sitting by a nearby open window smoking a handrolled cigarette. It was the only time smoke didn't bother me. Heck , now in memory, all those smells rank exsqisite . Maybe the best thing was that twice a week or so, we loaded up into papaws old dusty Dodge Rambler and went to Cas's grocery store on old Broadway. After shopping mamaw would get out a box of crackers and the sliced liver cheese she had just bought. So, before we started the trip home, we'd have a snack. Oh yes, if you hanker to hear some memories, including her own memories of Cas's show, and the theme song (Pick up the morning paper when it hits the streets, Cas walkers prices just can't be beat. Get that Blue band coffee and you'll want some more. Do your grocery shoppin at the Cas Walker stores. This is on Dolly Partons album (CD) Heartsongs (Live from Home) If you're from east Tennesse, youll love it. Her version of My Tennesse Mountain Home is especially touching. J.D.