Sunday, March 20, 2011

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LOL This is for WB who'd never heard it but had definately heard of a "dry town".
The way you should hear it the first time. Just sayin'.

All together now in your best  east Texas twang , outloud, drivin' down the highway of life voice.

"Well it's a dryyy town
Noo beer no liquir
For miles around
I'd give a nickel
For a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town."


LOL

It's helps to be southern and if you're drivin down a dirt road to the river. Windows down and no ac. Tinny radio and good company to sing it with.


No worries. If you don't know it come see me.

I know all about dry towns.

And trucks without good radios.


And dirt roads to the river.

And excellent sunny days when it's all good.


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Can I get an amen?

Yup.


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PS I'm wondering here in the middle of the night how this reads half way across the planet? If you were here? I'd be taking you to the river in the truck. The day is just right. Not to hot and not too cold. The trees are blooming and unless you've got allergies? It's just a wonder to be hold. As if on cue the flowers a blooming. Where just last week the limbs were bare? There's life.

The world is giddy.

The colors?

Yellows, pinks, purples.

The dogwoods are next.

Going towards the river means riding out in the country and then down dirt roads throught the woods. Redbuds, dogwoods are natural.

Iris, narcissis, and jonquils spring up from places where homes used to be.

It's warm.

And there's this joy of finally being in shorts and tshirts.

Even if there's still a bit of cold weather yet, flipflop season has begun.



It's just good.


Happy Spring.
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(more music)






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