I don't know why this is bothering me tonight, it's just one of those nights where the house feels too big and the crickets are too loud, you know how it is in these small towns when the sun goes down and there's nothing but your own head to listen to. It’s not a big deal really, I’m seventy-six years old for Christ’s sake, I should be thinking about my garden or my taxes, but I keep thinking about my mother and that damn kitchen table in the old house down by the creek.