No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Coons Beware - It's About that Time Again
Are you ready? It's that time again. The Grand American Coon Hunt is upon us. (An annual event I mentioned last year.) Just next weekend, the nations largest field trial
for coon hounds and a qualifying event for the World Coon Hunt (who knew?) will be held in our fair town. So for three days ten of
thousands of coon crazy hunt'n fans with their trucks
some just rear'n to go,
some in fine form,
some showing off,
will put us on the map or enhance our Wikipedia page as the case may be.