“Oh bless their hearts! I just love me some Dolly Parton. Now, I don’t confess that to just anyone. My mama and I both like her. You’re not the ...nly one with a strange name. As you know. My mama found a four leaf clover the day she found out she was pregnant. She took it as good luck. Mama named me Clover, to be her good luck charm all her life.” Listening to Clover speak in her thick southern accent, she sounds so animated. She talks with her hands, explaining everything in detail. It’s not. When she cut me a slice, I could tell it was a berry of some sort. Violet scooped a piece and fed it to me, a sentiment that I found adorable.The flavors of the berry pie were exquisite. I identified it as Ice Berry pie, which had been my favorite as a child. I ate the rest of the pie with glee, each piece of it fed to me by Violet. It reminded me of when I was a child, all those years ago. My mother would make one every month, and another one on my birthday. I was surprised to see that Violet. Often he would watch a movie and fall asleep. When I got home from work I would awaken him and he would go off to bed. This night however he was wearing PJ’s. He never wore PJs, he would fall asleep in his street clothes usually, so this was something new. As you know most pajamas don’t have a zipper on them, a fly with a button maybe that’s about it. As it turned out, his button was undone and the fly was slightly parted, offering a view of his cock. From what I could see, either he was. He was convinced the cigars would throw off d**g dogs. Husband is a bit of a moron...and I told him so. But I wasn’t too concerned about flying into Portland, this place was known for being weird long before Hollyweird stole that moniker. I was fairly certain everyone in this town either regularly got shitfaced drunk... or stoned. Portland has more craft breweries per square mile than any city in the world. And they were one of the first to legalize the wacky weed.After an afternoon of.