Wow, I had to sit back and let some of this run its course. I know and love Perry Como, Dean Martin, 50's music (and a lot of 40"s too) and Country before it became Country Western, but I ain't jokin, some of those folks I just never have heard of down here in East Texas. I'm not even sure my radio would pick up their channels.
I did do some loafing today while my wife was at the Lube Rack. I fell asleep out on the porch on the upholstered couch in the warm sun. I was drinking some of cousin Enid's swamp juice last night and when I got up this morning my poor head wasn't feeling real good. Slept good until my wife's cat came by stomping his danged feet and woke me up.
Well, after I woke up I saw a nice looking hound dog out in my yard and a little bit later a city slicker pulls up in a new pick-up and called the dog. I walk over and stop him and told him that since the dog is on my farm, it belongs to me. After a few minutes of arguing, I proposes we settle the matter "country style."
"What’s country style?" asks the city boy.
"Out here in the country," I says, "when two fellers have a dispute, one feller kicks the other one in the happy place as hard as he can. Then that feller, why, he kicks the first one as hard as he can. And so forth. Last man standin’ wins the dispute."
Well, the city boy didn't like this but I guess he wanted his dog and he agrees and prepares himself. I hauls off and kicks him in the happy place with all my might. The city boy fell to the ground in the most intense pain he’s ever felt and crying like a baby. Finally he staggers to his feet and says, "All right, n-now it’s–it’s m-my turn."
I kinda grinned and said. "Aw, hell, you win. Keep the dog."
But I'll tell you, he's sure lucky my wife was at the Lube Rack working because she loves those hound dogs and he would have had a real fight on his hands. And its real hard to get a good grip on her when she's wearing those greasy coveralls.
Hey, I went up to the Coffee Shop to tell the old men about the city slicker and was watching the color television set and saw on the news about that cruise ship that everybody is having to eat Spam and Pop Tarts on. Boy, everybody in East Texas would like to be on that cruise ship.
I'll report more later.