A Little Old Place

I didn't see a faded sign or head down the Atlanta highway in a 20-seater Chrysler. Just took a gentle stroll over the bridge to Eel Pie Island. There's a pretty little wooden house there with this intriguing sign on its gate. Perhaps not the place to knock to borrow a cup of sugar - just a lovin' spoonful.

I couldn't help but shimmie and groove my funky way home.