Monthly Archives: March 2015

From Song To Dance

Well, you never know what you will hear on what passes for commercial radio these days. I never thought I would turn on my radio and hear that Tex Ritter singing that Lorena song on the radio. “The years creep … Continue reading

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March Ramblings

Well, it’s March. And every year about this time I get to wishing for the old days on the fair and exposition circuit, where I misspent much of my youth. Taking the marks money and making sure .they had enough … Continue reading

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Less Than Seriously

Here it is a little cloudy and warm, but it’s sure a nice day. One of those days makes me feel kind’a like gittin’ next to nekkid on the back porch and spreadin’ out all over the place. The warm … Continue reading

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Now, I wonder Where I Mislaid That Title?

Well, I got Mickey Gilley on the radio laying into a piano. That’s one of those transplanted Louisiana guys that have been making so much noise lately. Like that transplanted Yankee running for President. ‘Nother feller name of Bush. Seems … Continue reading

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Livin’, Laughin,” and A Buryin’

Why do I take time to write down the stories? Because I enjoy rehashing them. And if they bring a smile or a laugh, so much the better. So I throw a story or two in, just like I do … Continue reading

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Reminiscences Of A Hot July In south Carolina

Well, much as I hate it political season is in full swing. All you can see on the toob is candidates and nekkid women. Not that I mind looking at the gal wearing one can of strategically placed beer, but … Continue reading

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From A Drunken Scot To A Railroad Bum

Well, let’s see. The Casa should be back up as soon as I get these cables dressed and the place livable again. In the meantime: Well, I found a station that plays Scots music, and I finally found out what … Continue reading

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If It is not one hangup it is another

After a half a day spent pulling a single wire, I discovered a custom built cable that was supposed to have two feet of slack was two feet six inches short. As Chester Reilly solemnly deponed once a week in … Continue reading

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