It can be down right amazing the things you remember.  One such memory would  sum up the majority of my earlier memories of  Mr. James B.Boyd....  Every once and a while, my brother and I got to spend the night with him. From the moment you walked in the door you knew you were at Grandaddy's house.  Mainly because the smell, it was simply unmistakable.  As I recall, it was a mixture of burnt matches, hair spray, and carpet deodorizer.   It was always the same routine everyone was asleep by 9:00 and up by 4:30.  Their T.V. only had five channels and two of those seem to always have the  news or a telethon for Jerry's kids on them.  There were never any cookies, soda, or candy in the house.  If you wanted a snack it would be good ole boiled red weenies... Jesse Jones to be exact.   All in all, it was pretty boring to be honest,  except for the mornings!  It wasn't exciting as much as it was interesting.  Back then, I didn't know very much about Granddaddy other than he was my mom's dad, he was loud, and he liked giving me dollar bills.  He seemed really odd so that made him very interesting to me.  You could always bet that you were going to wake up to Mr. Conway Twitty singing lovin' or leavin' country music songs.  It  reminded me of the lonesome howl of a blue tick hound with a guitar and piano thrown in to keep him in tune.  It was actually kinda soothing.  Of course, Stevie wouldn't budge but seemed to start snoring louder.  You could usually find Granddaddy at the kitchen table sipping on some coffee.  He was quick to offer me a cup.  Of course, I accepted ... to act like a grown-up mostly.  Sooner or later Granny Lois would come out of the bedroom all dressed for work.  Then Granddaddy would go in his room to shave.  I would go along trying to act grown and hoping he would offer for me to shave too.  He never did.  Once I asked but he said oh naw you'll cut yourself to the bone.  He did it the old fashioned way.... a brush,  some soap  in a cup, and a straight razor.   The sound of the mixing even sounded more mature.  I would watch as he would shave his entire face all the while asking him a million questions.  It was a miracle he managed to finish.  Anyhow, back to the story.  Once we shook the house to get Stevie up, we would all pile into the old black truck to take Granny Lois to work.  She worked at the chicken egg plant in downtown Durham.  On the way, we passed a house  that would make Granddaddy and Granny Lois laugh like crazy.  The house was old and raggedly but it had an odd red light on the  front porch and it wasn't even Christmas.  Granddaddy would ask me why on earth did I think they had a red light.  Every time I would say they're moving furniture Granddaddy!  Granddaddy and Granny Lois would laugh out so loud! Granddaddy would say your probably right buddy.  I knew that there just had to be more to it than that and that there was certainly more to the old man too.  I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to find out!