I had kind of forgotten how much fun a man could have when he ain't got a woman scolding his every move. I might have to encourage her to take more trips to Canada.
I'm sittin' here list'nin ta music.
Hank Jr does a good job on this,.....I've been singin' along.
~~~Yeah, and I think I know what my Daddy meant when he sang about the lost highway~~~
Actually, I once brought a couch home in the trunk of an old 70's era Opal Kadet.
It didn't really fit in the trunk. I just opened the trunk and sat it crossways,....tied it in place with the ends of it poking out of each side.
The whole contraption looked like one of them home-made airplanes that somebody built in the backyard of their mud hut in the Congo.
I brought a new 24' extension ladder home with a VW bug, once. Told the wife I rolled down the windows and fed it through left to right....lol. (she never did figure out how I did it.)
An unemployed Jester, is nobody's Fool.
the only real difference between a good tracker and a bad tracker, is observation. all the same data is present for both. The rest, is understanding what you're seeing.
I went to see Hank Jr. back in my wild and wooly days. He was playing at Continental Inn in Lexington.
It was a big ballroom with tables and a bar. Waitresses were working their way through a crowd of a few thousand people. I was with this pretty little long haired, *ornery* woman,...I was "urban cowboyed" out,..capped off with a felt Resistol Stagecoach Redding hat. (I've still got it,....one of my few surviving childhood souvenirs)
I got there early and got a table right up front.
Hank Jr put on a hell of a show. He's descended from old southern folks and he knew that the price of a ticket meant something to us old boys and gals who showed up. He played for 3 hours or so,...best concert I ever went to. I was bouncin around to his rhythmic tuens with that little, long haired blond and he'd look at us and grin,...damn good time.
One of his roadies tried to take my girl with him as we were leaving that night. Like I said,...she was ornery. It was apparent that she wanted to go with him. I got in behind her and shuffled her tight little ass towards the door.
It was obvious that she was a bit miffed about the whole thing,...me messin' up her party, and all.
I didn't give a damn,...never saw her again, I don't think.
Didn't matter to me,...hoe is a hoe. That's the only reason she was with me in the first place, truth be told.
my buddy and i used a tractor to go buy beer, it was a miracle no one died.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
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