"Ya gotta know when to hold 'em,
know when to fold 'em......"Kenny Rogers
I’m a terrible poker player...I have trubble enuff trying to figure out why I do what I do, let alone what makes other people tick....on that proverbial other hand tho’... I do so enjoy watching other people tick....
I get scraps of songs that pop inta my head for no apparent reason....”I don’t get nearer nor futher nor closer than a country mile....” Now, I just happen t’know how long a country mile is ‘n I’m pretty sure that most people younger than me ain’t got a clue...(I googled it just t’make sure)....most folks just assume that it’s a ‘long way’....’n in a way, of course, they’re right! ‘n just for their information in case it should ever come up as some kind of trivia question....a country mile is a quarter mile longer than a regular mile.....might come in handy if you ever find yourself wand’ring ‘round ‘n about the twists ‘n turns of the Kentucky hill country where there ain’t no street signs ‘n directions are liable to consist of being told t’turn left ‘just past the old Leadingham place’ or ‘cross the crick at the old ford ‘n take the first dogleg t’the right’......’Course as with any ‘furrin’ country, it helps if you can speak the language...
Now what that has t’do with what makes people tick escapes me altogether...it’s just my way of explaining why I don’t play poker....
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