Fellas,
That wuz a fine party. Russell mite have been a bit under the weather, but he worked danged hard cookin' crawdads 'n helpin' out with the food. Az ya seen, he aint long in the tooth yet. I seen piper blow that pipe that made Truthful Jack jump outta whatever dream he wuz deep in. There wuz a heap a folks there when I finally made it down there. I never seen a half Jap, half Mexican before. He partnered up with a fine lookin' American gal, so if they made any kids, they likely kin sign up in the census in three 'er four boxes. [chuckle]
piper haz near bout az good a woman az ya kin git these days. She put up with more that day than most women put up with in two months....mebbe five. There wuz a few folks I am sorry I didnt go up ta 'n give a laurel 'n hardy "howdy". It wuz a big time....like at the circus. Them high school boys aged ten years that day. Joey iz tough 'n wirey....no wonder he kin stand tall in a pirogue 'n shoot them fish with a bow 'n arrow. The edge on hiz knives kin shave yer beard.....if ya like that kinda stuff. [grin]
Our friends seedtick 'n Keith iz Butch Cassidy 'n Sundance. I went thru most of the notebooks fulla pichurs 'n news tales bout their boat buildin'. [The ones they brung.] I aimed ta slink inta that band 'n try ta see if my fingers mite play the Martin guitar that fella wuz playin', but Sheena's Dad beat me ta it. He iz a purty fair picker hizownself....even done some singin'. I reckon it iz better I got more sense then Cassius Clay.....no rope a dope comeback fer me. Ole Steve iz headed fer Moscow, Idaho where he come by a honest job. He tole me that the folks here meant a heap when he wuz in hiz sorrowful days. It wuz hard ta know what ta say when we both went thru hell, but we made it out [so far] while it come down so danged hard on him. Ole Texas River Rat tole me how much he iz pullin' fer Steve, cuz everythin' must look like up after ya haz been down that long.
Truthful Jack claims he made a pot fulla chicken. I ate some of it. It wuz tasty, so I aint sho he wuz the one who made it.....mebbe one of them Carols? I hope I dont mix that party with a Texas 'er Florida expedishun next year. I aim ta bring Miz Bear so ya'll kin see my keel. The High Sheriff knows.
When Keith 'n seedtick set out fer home, I followed 'em. Jest az we come off the I-55 highroad 'n come ta the I-12 highroad, it dawned on me I had fergot ta call my boss 'n tell her I made it down there. I pulled out my cellularized telephone 'n went ta punchin' numbers. First off, my speed dial wuz like that space ship that blew up all over Florida....all wrong, nuthin' worked, then I got my seein' glasses on [highroad cars 'n trucks come at ya fast] so I kin read the words on it.
Good thing wuz Keith drives like a turtle. Dont bother him if folks aim ta drive a hunerd....he drove 50....even on the highroads....jest like the High Sheriff in hiz golden Jeep. By 'n by I got my glasses switched out, called Miz Bear 'n tole her I fergot ta call when I made it ta Ponchatoula. She figgered I fergot ta call. She didnt even chew on my ass. Man did I git lucky that day I seen her 'n made the fella drive round the block ta git anuther look. Sure....it wuz them blue jeans that grabbed my eye. Opps......she reads this stuff.....claims she will jump in 'n set ya'll straight if I git ta wanderin' frum the truthful tales.
When I made it ta Texas, I tole 'em they missed a fine shindig. They all aim ta come next time. I am plumb wore out. I slept good in Shreveport, dozed off twice 'n danged near missed all the bagels, coffee 'n fix yer own vittles. I made it home bout lunch time. I been dryin' wet gear 'n shakin' sand outta my bags. I reckon I will drive ta the quarter car wash tomorrow ta git that Texas mud off my canoe.
regards
bearridge
I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death. Patrick Henry
