the farm was still standin at the end of the road the mailbox still carried our name in spite of the rust and the weeds and the dust the old place looked almost the same the screen door was slammin real slow in the wind like it did bout this time each november like someone applauding the end of a dream that no one could seem to remember when she came around from the side of the house she looked like the day we first met before i could speak she was there in my arms sayin somethin i ll never forget she said i knew you d come back my heart told me so men like you search every corner on earth when there s love here at the end of the road it was hard to believe he was seventy one the way that he still got around his station was still full service by gosh and he fixed every car in this town i stood in the door and saw nothin had changed that stubborn old son of a gun not the clock on the wall not the soda machine or the sign that said miller and son he said the roof needed mending and the walls needed paint but the stained glass still gave them a glow i couldn t bear one more unanswered prayer so i turned and i started to go then i heard a voice from the back of the room that would make any sinner believe the words that he spoke they went right to my soul and brought me on down to my knees he said 