Like a four-sided porch I'm open to all winds.
I'm not the type to sit on the porch and watch life go by.
My ideal summer day was reading on the porch.
Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.
I'm actively going out onto the porch and noodling around on my guitar.
That's not to say I came from the streets or anything - most of the time I was on my grandmother's back porch. I was kept in a constant state of amniotic fluid.
That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father - burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin - doesn't seem to belong on it.
