All I gotta do to disabuse myself of that notion is to see myself buck nekkid in a mirror. Since I’m packin’ like a gunfighter nowadays I’m thinking of lashing it to my hip. Just wait, your time will come.
Birdwatcher finds himself with a grown son well away from the nest, with an occupation that only requires him to sorta work about 190 days a year, leaving the other 175 free. Furthermore since the ol’ ball And chain has departed I pretty much get to do as I choose.
When I got married all I owned was a motorcycle, guns, binocs and no furniture. I’m regressing to my natural state is all.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
