George T Bass 1947 - 2008

I've got a good fiend by the name of Bass. NO, not the Ernest T of Mayberry fame. TO date my buddy Malcolm hasn't written a song about big George. There's plenty about him that would inspire creative effort. Big, tall, and strong as a mule. I always thought he looked like the old TV star, Clint Walker. Worked full time until he retired a year or so ago, never sick. His hobbbies where always hunting, fishing, and helping everyone in our part of the world, at one time or another. He routinely volunteered himself (along with a few of his friends) to build porches, garages, roofs, and several complete houses. That's how I know most of what I know about driving a nail. Yes, a real man and a good friend. It was like everyone claimed him and so each lost him similtainously. I've never seen such a line as was spilling out in to the 25 degree air at the rear of the funeral home tonight. AH, say it ain't so!

Sweet As Sugar

My little girl has been a little under the weather lately, but she's on the road to recovery now and putting up wi.... ur, I mean enjoying my wife's company for a few days at her digs in old St Pete. I miss both of them when either is away from home, but let them both be gone at the same time the boy is in school and I find myself completely lost. Lost, mostly because all I do is eat and sleep and watch crappy TV all night. If somebody don't rescue me pretty quick, I'm going to look like fell-fed toad frog.