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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tired, Hot, and Ready
for the Nasty
MOWING. Today I mowed half the grass. One acre down, one to go. Not as young as I used to be. The cut above struck me just right. I think one of the younger commenters told me I needed to hear the Zac Brown Band to avoid being an old fart. Done! I like it. But maybe I'm the only one who remembers the Marshall Tucker Band. Come to think of it, I want to go play pool in a no-good dive bar. I know the perfect one. They'll have this on the jukebox:
And I'll beat the locals at 8-ball. Like a drum. Like I always do. There's good. And then there's better. Life is a great big pitcher of cold beer.
