One for the birthday gurl.....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to MillyRose!

Topped off her b’day dinner with a margarita ’n a chocolate shake…I’ll testify that it’s hard to beat that combo with a crooked stick ’n I’m too old ’n too durn tired to even try…

Met her in those lazy, hazy daze of Autumn back in nineteen hundred and fifty-eight in the mountains of eastern Kentucky…squired her to a dance on January 3rd of ’59 and married her in May…in the basement of the Rowan County courthouse with Beecher Taylor as Best Man…haven’t got the foggiest notion of whatever happened to Beecher…last I heard of him was in ’61 as I recall….

Mem’ries come’n go travelling downstream in that roiling river of life and while I may get hazy now ’n then on some of what has transpired, some mem’ries just get better ’n better with age ’n since they’re my mem’ries, I’ll recall them any way I want (point of fact here; no one really has a choice is how their mem’ries get to be)...

I gotta admit that I never imagined getting old…talking now ’n then with old  friends, turns out none of us ever expected to get here at this point in time…I don’t think youth is capable of really seeing that far ahead anyway ’n that’s prob’ly a good thing...

“Like ever’one who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee ’n obituaries.”  William Cosby