Hump Day S&P tour.....

“Getting old is no problem, you just have to live long enough.” Groucho Marx

Just back from Wed mornin’ S&P tour…for a change, we didn’t meet any other dogs ’n I’m ever so grateful…several pedestrians, howsumever, strollers, chilluns, ’n such….otherwise, on the quiet side…still a little muggy altho’ the sun is back ’n I expect temps will rise accordingly…

Somebody posted a picture of J. Paul Davis on FB t’other day ’n I got to thinkin’….the first time I met him, I ‘uz just a boy ’n my Dad took me inside ’n introduced us….Mr. Davis was a gentleman of what would'a been called back then, the first order.  I called him Mr. Davis at the time c’uz way back then, children didn’t address adults by name….Come to think on it, I believe I called him Mr. Davis after I wuz grown 'n could prob'ly have got away with calling him Paul....same with Brud Hannah...could'a called him Brud but Mr Hannah seemed to come easier...

Oscar Howard, for example, wuz my Mother’s step-brother but we called him Uncle Oscar all the same…Terry posted a picture of Uncle Oscar ’n Aunt Edna (who wuz a distant relative of Mom’s) along with Terry, Gayle ’n Steve…I’d never seen the picture before but it brought back mem’ries...

Uncle Oscar would sit in his front yard in the evenings in the shade of his trees ’n read his newspaper…shade or not, he still wore his straw fedora just the same…

Seems like people in general are a lot less respectful of others t’day…a lot of them, just downright rude…not so much rude in a face to face thing, y’understand, just rude in general…get outta my way when they’re walking kind’a thing, y’know…rolling the windows on their autos down ’n blasting out rap music with its raunchy lyrics…y’know what I’m saying, as tho’ they’re telling the grownups they meet that it’s their world ’n they know all the dirty words ’n they don’t mind proving it….(sighhhhh)…I suspect it might shock them to know that all of us know all the same dirty words also…

One on one is sumthin’ of a different story, howsumever….I’m old ’n beginning to creak, I guess, ’n that must be a tip-off for a lot of ‘em (I suspect their hearing is a lot better than mine) ’n in a general meet-’n-greet way, most of ‘em call me ‘Sir’….

I c’n still recall the first time a bank teller called me Mr. Smith…I looked around to see who she wuz talking to before I figured out it wuz me….

“’n if you ain’t getting any older, it’s c’uz you’re already dead.”