Mr. Wheezer sir:
So as to pay proper respects to the Law Men (meaning The Board Moderators) …who maintain the peace in these parts. Let me just say (in the cartoonish cowboy persona that I have taken on as of late) the following. (Now you have to picture me leaning over the fence post, tilting back my Stetson and looking you square in the face, real neighborly like)
The subject of this thread is “Down Memory Lane”, witch I liken to a trail through time… This old cowboy has been on a desert trail or two in his time. And I have come to know the difference twixt a mirage and a fishing hole. Well sir, The Brooklyn Buckaroo has night crawlers in his saddle bag and one of them fancy pocket fishermen… (and before I hog-tie this metaphor) let me just say… I’m already baiting my hook and commencing to cast.
In other words what I see is real… Genuine people, open to ideas who hired me for who I am, not in spite of who I am. I declare, I am humbly grateful.
Haven’t seen any outlaws with black hats riding into town… don’t expect I will. But even if I do… This old cowpoke is going to take the back 40 of “Radio Land” that I have been given and grow his self a bumper crop of community radio.
I do not have the luxury of ignorance… instead I must shoulder the burden of wisdom… Which is a side-effect of being around the corral for a considerable amount of time. I’ll share a nugget with you….
If a cowboy is pure of heart and intention… And he has a mind to work hard and be productive. They’ll be no need for back watching. Because, every trail that I have the good fortune to blaze… will have revenue a riding sideboard. Makes a bunker a might unnecessary.
But partner, I am mighty appreciative of your kind admonishment… mighty neighborly of you.
Got to go now, it’s time to put fabric softener in with my britches.
Louie
Tip of the hat to Ms. Milk Maid… who’s breezy posting style is an inspiration.