Ron and I were given Rascal Flatts tickets this weekend, taking me back to my Oakhurst roots. It's been a long time since I listened to this band, but I found that I could sing along to every word. Me and every other middle aged Orange County mom that dominated the rest of the Irvine Amphitheater. The best part was wearing Papa Welch's favorite cowboy boots from the ranch. After he died, I got his hat and boots. His hat hangs in our hallway and his boots... well, I wear them from time to time. He had small feet for a man and I have really big ones for a lady, so we're a good "pair."
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