Sunday, December 27, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

I got a Leggo set for Christmas. Scary.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

A while back Walking Man, suggested no sappy christmas songs, I have tried to honor his request.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

What Fresh Hell? Reprise

Spare Me!

Some moments are worth revisiting.

Ya Know when the band is Full On, let's boogie with the man.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

Been over readin' and all. First Walkin' Man and his earliest memories of his grandfather.
I read that this mornin' and felt a gentle breeze blowin'
past with my grandfather and him taking me fishing,
in a creek just at the end of the block where he and Nancy lived.
Nancy was his wife after my mother's mother passed.
My folks were on vacation and
my brother and sister and
I were with Granddad and Nancy.

There was a fish caught, the record shows
i caught it, but i can't recall it all that well.
Nancy cooked it up, after Granddad showed me how to clean it.

Right then, in the skillet. With grits.
It was a perch? more like a pin fish, bait by most standards,
but we ate it. That was cool. The next day Grandad came in and
said 'hey let go down to where we caught that fish, again. And
we did.

Only this time we saw the sign, 'NO FISHING'.
That we had leaned against that day.
This is a true story,
with Granddad and Nancy as my Witness'

Then I go and have a productive day at work and
come home and
read JadedJ.

With all that cames to mind,
paper in fire was the most prevalent.

With apoligies to John Cougar Mellencamp.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Nuff said

what with all the drifting down memory lane
with race cars and
babes and
Crystal thingies and all.
I just have to bring Patsy' voice back,

if only for a monent.

They write songs about her voice.
We should all be so lucky.

With every heart beat.

To Witt:

As I read the letters that you wrote to me
Well it's you, it's you that I?m thinking of
As I read the lines that to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
As I think of the past, all the pleasures that we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

Lyrics by Grandfather John Wills and grandson Bob Wills
(might be wrong on that, please correct my post)

Pasty stands Alone for all to See.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Max, aka Maxine

One just has to open up and pray.
Ascari never had it so good.
La Virgen smiled.
Call me what you want, but please don't call me late for supper.
(well, ya just had to be there)

Max, aka The Texas Crystal Skull.

Too late in the night or is it early in the morning. Lou in New Zealand is in the middle of the day. More photos to follow.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Photo of the Moment

Went to see Max, the crystal skull last evening, going again tonight.

Interesting moment in time.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Photo of the Moment

Now everyone wants a story to go with the photo. Maybe later.
Just liked the billboard and the rust that was being placed under it by the antique dealer openin' up on Sunday Morning, last.

Albany, Georgia 2009

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

This cat is as cool as velvet.

What Fresh Hell?

Oh, Lonesome me.
Staying with the post that over the last two days have gathered (2) TWO comments.
I offer this:

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

Obscure reference 12&1

Stayin' with the thought from last evening.
I have to say that the intelligentsia of this great country is movin' on.
Walkin' Man said it best
(as always, (I don't know if i believe he really was an auto mechanic))

one just has to 'shrug', join the wise, and move on.

Hank Snow was the writer that day.

That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on
That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
When we're movin' on, oh hear my song
You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free
And I'm movin' on
Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll
And keep movin' me on
Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the southern land
To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time
And keep rollin' on
I've told you baby, from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on
You've broken your vow, and it's all over now
So I'm movin' on
You've switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a triflin' woman on my main line
Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price
'Cause I'm movin on
But someday baby when you've had your play
You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue

Keep movin' on


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