What does Home mean to you? I'm Jimmy Famire, writer, broadcaster and restaurant critic,

and I've been speaking to well-known names about what Home means to them.

And it was in the East End of Burmesemese, when Burmese it was rough.

I remember thinking, none of the boys are going to fancy me.

Gourd-Dum Barotti and a chicken curry.

You are full, you are connected to your culture, and you may get a heart attack.

That's Where's Home Really, with me Jimmy Famera.

Find it wherever you're listening to this. The The The story is about my Uncle Jimmy.

I'll try my best to tell it right, but I haven't heard it in the years since his passing,

so my memory could be a little rusty, so please forgive any parts of the story that sound a little off.

Now my Uncle Jimmy was a simple man, possibly the most simple man you could ever meet.

My dad's side of the family was raised in a very rural town far away from any big city.

This meant their childhoods were spent raising farm animals and living off the land in whatever

aspect they could.

They of course had electricity in running water, but they used it sparingly so as not to rack up a large bill that at the time they couldn't afford.

Uncle Jimmy was one of seven kids in the household. He and my father were extremely close and a lot alike, but when my dad turned 18 and graduated high school, he left to go to a university a few states away and he and Jimmy talked less and less in the years that followed.

When it was Jimmy's turn to graduate and go off to college, he decided on a different course.

He liked being out in the country and fending for himself.

He said it made him feel like he was living the life God intended for humans,

and that it made him feel closer to the earth and ultimately to himself.

So when it was time for him to leave home, the earth and ultimately to himself.

So when it was time for him to leave home, he did.

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