George Jones

Updated: Oct 11, 2020

I remember going to the Strawberry Festival in Plant City when I was knee-high. My dad was a Fleet Mechanic, and worked long hours. Going anywhere besides church, and a place called The Ponderosa now, and then was hard. Though we did take off in the summer. Usually, to see my godmother in North Carolina or overseas to different places that looked postcard ready.

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