“Y’know, I always believed that there just hadda be a day or two in a body’s life when you’d be the precise age for something important.”

Up early again....not sure why...p’haps it’s only to see which rooster wakes the sun..

Gawd knows there’s a lot of ‘em vying for the prestige of it this morning...from one end of the street to the other, sound like...I guess all Gawds critters got to keep busy doing something...

Method to the madness, huh? That’s prob’ly why I write this blog...I gave up a long time ago on ever striking the Motherlode in writing...prob’ly didn’t want it badly enuff....sort’a like my fly-fishing daze....I enjoyed crawling around the riverbanks ‘n the fly rod ‘n gear gave me an excuse....when I wuz a boy back in those long ago daze in Beattyville, I think most of the boys carried line ‘n hooks ‘n sinkers in their pockets ‘n the banks of the Ohio River were lined with Willow trees which makes a pretty good substitute for the more traditional bamboo that fly rod purists love...Heck! I don’t think that I’d ever heard of fly fishing when I was a boy...well, maybe when I got into my teens but by then I wuzn’t much interested in anything but girls ‘n cars.....I went to ballgames ‘n movies ‘n suchlike but truth be told, I went because that’s where the girls were...’course, the girls were more’n likely there because that’s where the boys were....sort’a like ‘one hand washes the other’ like my Granny use’ta say...or the old song, ‘Love ‘n marriage, horse ‘n carriage, can’t have one without the other’....a big hit for Sinatra as I recall...

Anyways, the roosters have a pretty good competition going this morning ‘n I see the sun yawning over the mountains....I think it’s time for another cup of coffee...

“I don’t do alcohol anymore ~ I get the same effect from standing up fast.”