I went to my grandmother's. Picked tomatoes. Went out in the hollow and picked mushrooms, which I would be scared to death to do today. I wouldn't have a clue what I was looking for today. It was definitely country. The tomato patch was in the front of the house. My great-grandparents lived across the road. Notice I say road and not street., because it was called Whiskey Run Road, which my grandmother before she passed got changed to Schoolhouse Lane. I think I figured out why it was called Whiskey Run Road. The bootleggers and whatnot had gone through there back in the day.