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SERMON FROM THE DECK (The Green Grass And High Tides Version)


 For your homework please listen to the closing guitar solo(s) of the title of this post and rate and compare to "Free Bird."


You youngsters need to understand that one other thing you can hate us old fuckers for is the fact that we had the best music and yours totally sucks.

We didn't do that.

You did.


I posted the picture of the "Okee Dokey Corral" (above) because when perusing photo's this morning the green grass surrounding caught my eye, and tugged at my heart. We haven't seen too much winter yet, and the next week looks balmy for Saskatchewan January, but man, oh man, do I ever need spring.

Two hours driving the snowblower yesterday exploded that feeling. (Jeezus, my back is tender today.)

 

I wrote a piece for a Facebook group on Sunday.

My piece tried to inject a slight amount of humor into a group that is dry as Saskatchewan dust.

"How much is this?"

"Have you seen that?"

"Is it open Christmas Day?"

My post received a good reaction. 350 or so likes and some nice replies.

A handful of keyboard warriors let me know that humor wasn't appreciated.

I ignored the idiot few, but it's still eating at me.

For a big man I am sure sensitive.

Breath old dude, breath.

 

I am going to hang inside today, and nurse my snow-blowing  aches and hurts.

Perhaps another coffee is in order.

I'll crank up The Outlaws.

Enjoy your "thumpity thump bumpity bump."

Don't forget to let all of us old timers know that you have a subwoofer in your Kia.





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