39 degrees here in Canton, Texas at 8:45 am Saturday morning. Drove the 540 miles here Thursday, leaving Kenwood at 5:10 am. Was a rainy day and that evening, when we were in the Canton Civic Center at the Van Zandt County Bluegrass Festival at the first show of the festival, the storm sirens went off and the 50 or so people in the crowd all went to the restrooms for about 10 minutes until the all-clear was sounded. There was considerable damage in the Dallas area, about 50 or 60 miles west of us.
Well, the computer is overloaded and running slow with converting files I recorded last night being converted to .mp3 files so can listen to in pickup. So, will paste this, and then try later.
A big city New York lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going into retrieve it." The old farmer replied. "This is my property, and you are not coming over here." The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the U.S. and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own." The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we do things in Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the Texas Three Kick Rule." The lawyer asked, "What is the Texas Three Kick Rule?" The farmer replied, "Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up." The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's shin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick landed square on the man's nose. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot, now it's my turn!" The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."
Am back at the festival, waiting for it to start today. Saw this and think you should read it, too.
"It’s 2023...I'm old, I am tired & I still have so many unanswered questions!!!! I haven’t found out who let the dogs out, where’s the beef, or how to get to Sesame Street. Don't know why Dora doesn’t just use Google Maps, why all the flavors of fruit loops taste exactly the same, or how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop!!! Why eggs are packaged in a flimsy carton but batteries are secured in plastic that’s tough as nails. What does the fox say or why “abbreviated” is such a long word. Why is there a D in ‘fridge’ but not in refrigerator, why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor, yet dish-washing liquid is made with real lemons. Or why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections & why do you have to “put your two cents in” but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts” where’s that extra penny going to??? Why does The Alphabet Song & Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same tune, why did you just try to sing those two previous songs??? And just what exactly is Victoria’s secret? and where is Waldo? Can you hear me now? And do you really think I am this witty??? I actually got this from a friend, who stole it from her brother’s girlfriend’s uncle’s cousin who lived next door to an old classmate’s mailman!!! Now it is your turn to take it from me... C
Enjoy the laugh. 😜"
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