Hump Day Again....

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." L.Carroll

Boy O boy, it’s the middle of the week again….right on schedule…but, it’s cool, thank the Lord for the Delta breeze….

Da boyz got me up earlier than I ackshully wanted but, sumtimes a body just has to give in for the sake of harmony….

I’m finishing up the last of my coffee ’n they’re waiting patiently for me to put on my feet so’s we can all go ‘round the village on the morning sniff ’n pee tour….(we shall return)…

In a mild way ’n only then by stretching my imagination, Fair Oaks reminds me just a little bit of South Shore…it’s a quiet little village by about any standard you might wish to apply ’n I understand why my kids ’n, truth be told, most kids ‘ud prefer the hustle ’n bustle of Sackamenna….well, for want of ackshully being in….say, San Francisco…or anywhere that there is ‘real’ hustle ’n bustle…felt like that, m’self, when I wuz a callow youth…cudn’t wait to get out’a the backwater that wuz South Shore, Ky…

Now, in my dotage, it’s the backwaters that appeal t’me most…the quiet, calm waters with only a hint of a current somewhere at the edges….

Fair Oaks ain’t so awf’ly small that dogs c’n sleep in the middle of the street…well, not anymore anyway even tho’ there are periods where if you wuz to fire a cannon down the middle of the street, you might, ’n I emphasize ‘might’, get the attention of the reg’lars at Stockmans, the quiet little den of iniquity where my cuzzin, Charles, Charley, Chuck, Richard, Rich, Rick Dameron spent his final years polishing the bar top ’n pontificating on whatever crossed his mind…

Cuz ’n I grew up in Beattyville, more like brothers in a way, roaming the hills ’n the riverbank…in our later years, we both ended up here in Olde Fair Oaks, where the feral chickens roam the streets ’n turista’s stop ’n blow their horns in their vain attempts to get them to move out’a the way…foolish people…chickens don’t pay attention to automobiles unless they’re rolling under their wheels…

Now that I come to think on it, that seems t’be a pretty human trait as well…we humans don’t pay a lot of attention to what’s going on around us ’til the movers ’n shakers among us get so damned egregiously greedy that we see the effect in our pocketbooks…’n then, we shake our heads, roll our eyes ’n wonder aloud how it is that find ourselves in another fine mess….Ah yesssss, my fine feathered friends, where is Stan ’n Ollie when we need ‘em?

"Everything in the world has a moral; the trick is in finding it."