This Must Be The Place
Welcome back for another episode of David Byrne’s Things
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My grandfather was a southern man — Kentucky bred, his drawl thick and sweet like winter honey. I called him Papaw, and he always smelled like aftershave and fresh, earthy pipe tobacco. When I think of that smell now, I am suddenly five years old again — sitting at his feet and playing with the white rabbit’s foot he always kept with him.