Small story, real small , we were having a ball. Me , Nikki and my big cussing cousin. He was a busy man in his town , this was a one of many times in my life , when I was visiting. You learn after the fact when you grow older, what it means to reside in a place , compared to the daily survival of the loved ones who's home is in that place more or more often , than most of your , born place of identification. This particular time was night time and my old cousin...