In Memory of my brother! This band was a group of his best friends!

WARM a local band from my area of Alabama during the 1970's - they were a band WAY ahead of their time!  Got screwed over by their manager.  My members of this band and my brother were best of friends.  As a small child growing up, I have vague memories of them at my house.  This is one of my fav songs of theirs!  They had a reunion of sorts this past Friday night  - they played to a PACKED house and it was a great time!  I only wish my brother could have been there! He would be so proud of these guys still!!!!  I love you and miss you every day CRB!!!!!




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New Pics #BREAKINGDAWN - Edward & Bella's COTTAGE

"I stared into the violet dark. There, nestled into a small clearing in the forest, was a tiny stone cottage, lavender gray in the light of the stars.


It belonged here so absolutely that it seemed as if it must have grown from the rock, a natural formation. Honeysuckle climbed up one wall like a lattice, winding all the way up and over the thick wooden shingles. Late summer roses bloomed in a handkerchief-sized garden under the dark, deep-set windows. There was a little path of flat stones, amethyst in the night that led up to the quaint arched wooden door."

The cottage room was something from a fairy tale. The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth, flat stones. The low ceiling had long exposed beams that someone as tall as Jacob would surely knock his head on. The walls were warm wood in some places, stone mosaics in others. The beehive fireplace in the corner held the remains of a slow flickering fire. It was driftwood burning there-the low flames were blue and green from the salt.


It was furnished in eclectic pieces, not one of them matching another, but harmonious just the same. One chair seemed vaguely medieval, while a low ottoman by the fire was more contemporary and the stocked book-shelf against the far window reminded me of movies set in Italy. Somehow each piece fit together with the others like a big three-dimensional puzzle. There were a few paintings on the walls that I recognized-some of my very favorites from the big house. Priceless originals, no doubt, but they seemed to belong here, too, like all the rest.

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