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Catch Me If You Can Charlie

Here's a photo that came from the Trials Event at Fearless Charlie Nash's place a couple weeks ago. On Friday me and Charlie took turns (he took a few more than I did) running along behind his Grandson Jesse as he booked it around the farm on his new Electric motorcycle. He needed a little help keeping it upright, but he was doing his best to master the thing. It wouldn't take long; by the next day he was flying solo, even picking himself up on the few occasions he landed on his ear. My hat's off to the little guy, as well as to his old grandpap for putting little Jesse on a path that'll become one of the greatest parts of his life. Love you Charlie

PLAY BALL!!!

Thirty-five years ago at about 4:30 in the afternoon, I went down to the little league ball park to coach a group of 10 year olds in a mid-season baseball game. It wasn’t my first and it sure wasn’t my last, but it was a little unusual due to the fact that I’d gotten married earlier in the day. Yes Tammy and I had just enough time to leave the church, go home and change clothes, before heading out to the game. It wasn’t a great honeymoon and certainly a lot less than she deserved, but she was a good sport about it. Like a lot of young couples we didn’t have a lot of money, so a trip to Hawaii wasn’t in the cards anyway. Through the years, we’ve done a lot of things like that and while it doesn’t sound real romantic, it did make for a great story.

I’ve got a pile of great stories; that’s one of the many benefits of having so many years with one special person. Happy anniversary honey and thanks for staying in the game with me so long. You’re the All-Star on our team.

Coming Home

My little girl has been out of the country for a year now, but in two weeks she's coming home. She’s and her husband are actually moving to Nashville and while that’s not all the way to Humphreys County, it’s closer than I ever thought she’d get. The photo is their new place in West Nashville and it may not be the Belle Meade Mansion, but it’s a pretty sure bet that all her neighbors will be talking English. Auf Wiedersehen Deutschland, your loss is our gain..

Swine Time

We’ve got a new addition to the neighborhood. This is Cinderella and no, she isn’t the world’s ugliest Blue Healer puppy. She is in fact a wayward potbellied pig, who roams at will over an area the size of a small town. She was raised on a farm about a mile away (as the crow flies) and stayed close to it for the first couple of years of her life. Apparently she woke up one day and found herself wondering what lay over the horizon (the horizon being pretty low for something with her stature) and she just took off. I saw her the first time around the house a few weeks ago and watched as she meandered through, ignoring the barking dogs and disappearing into the Wildlife Refuge that lies in front of our place.

I would have bet anything that would be the last anyone ever saw of her, what with all the coyotes and miles of real estate to get lost in. But no, she was spotted a couple days later back near her own home. I guess she hadn’t completely “flown the coup” after all. These days, her circle keeps getting wider and wider. She’s popped up in so many places that everyone in this part of the county has seen her.

I don’t know, but she looks lonely to me; I wish she could find some nice young male pig that would treat her right and not “Boar” her to death. It could happen, right?

Almost Home For Christmas

Well it’s Christmas time in Tennessee and in Germany as well. The two locations are half a world apart and seem even farther for me and my family right about now. My little girl is over there with her new husband and (through no fault of his own) he couldn’t get away from his work for long enough for them to make the trip, so for the first time in her life we’re separated during the holidays. It would be horrible except for the marvels of modern communications. Today we used Skype to video-conference us all together as we each opened a gift simultaneously. It was amazingly festive and gratifying. Certainly not as good as being together, but I’m thankful to Al Gore, Bill Gates and anybody else who had a hand in allowing me to gaze upon the prettiest face on two continents, as she smiled and spoke to us like we were in the same room. I take comfort too in the fact that I know she’ll be home for the holidays next year and until then, I’ll have to hug ole Clay twice as often (he loves it when I do that).

From Tammy and me, here’s wishing you all a Merry Christmas.

Sweet Ride

Sam winning the door prize



A Tight Sqeeze Waiting To Happen

Circumstances have conspired to prohibit me from taking any sort of rode-ride for over a year. Over a YEAR? Is that right? Wow….. It was first a little knife work on my back, then came winter, next came my little door-to-door neighborhood hiking tour that kept me tied up for 6 months and then some. Finally with no excuses remaining and the weather near perfect this past weekend, it was time to break away for some much-needed R&R (riding and rejuvenation), so I dropped a hint to the (always ready to ride) Adcock boys and the plan was set to meet at the Antique tractor show in Waverly on Saturday. We hooked up there with new buddies Meleia, Dale and Freddy for a tour of points of interest in Humphreys County. A highlight of the day was a side trip to Andy Dodson’s farm where that worthy was busy processing his guinea corn crop, old school style. Sweet sorghum molasses, squeezed into submission. Andy gave us an interesting demonstration and a tour of the place as well. It was a good time and we walked away with some samples of the sweet stuff to boot. Thanks to him, his crew and to Meleia, who shared some insight into the family history of the place. A pretty good day and just what I needed to recharge the system a little. Thanks guys.

She's My First Lady, Anyway

My Tammy works for an insurance agency and when she returned to work after taking off Friday (to recover from the Thursday election), this is how she found her office decorated. They were very supportive and it tickled her that my win made them happy enough to want to celebrate in some way.