The above title of a old Osborne Brothers song really didn’t mean a lot to me until I began to travel around the United States over the past 15 years. Perhaps I hadn’t even heard the song before then.
We drove down to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee yesterday in the process we went up and down a bunch of hills. Although driving up down the carefully engineered hills and valleys of our modern highways doesn’t quite compare with walking “up this hill and down, up this hill again”, it was enough to remind us of the song, which we both started humming.
