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Newly adopted campaign slogan of 2022 and 24…. nothing more accurately describes my thoughts for Mid-Term elections than the attempted cover-up by Main-Stream of this eventful day …

1963….327

While not officially considered a “Muscle Car”…. It took me across ten separate States during my patriotic duties as a U.S. Army draftee …October 1966-1968 … leaving tracks across Texas , New Mexico , Nevada , Oregon , Washington ,Utah , Colorado , Louisiana , Oklahoma , and back to Montague County…. plus short visits to Old Mexico and Canada…. various clutches , throw-out bearings , transmissions and drive-shafts left scattered along the way… More Muscle than I could Manage .. Getty Up Go ..

Merry Christmas from Carlita’s Cantina….. Strawberry Fields Forever….

No wine is too fine for my Baby…..Cost is no object…. Buzz is the Subject … Merry Christmas @ 7.5%…..

In Lew of attending the funeral of my nemesis Ben Dover , Carla and I decided to rather attend the festivities in Turkey Texas …. while Ed was being honored with interment in Montague’s Catholic Cemetery, we were sitting in the gallery of Bob Will’s fans gathered on the properties of Turkey Texas Landowners Association…. where E. Fenoglio’s name is listed as an equal partner in ownership ..Four straight days in a row we celebrated the memories that Ben Dover left there in the hearts and minds of vast travelers …. What a fabulous tribute to my old pal and friend Edward A. Fenoglio …

Anyone who has ever sat near the Band-Stand Stage of the Landowner’s in Down-Town Turkey , can envision exactly the beautiful atmosphere we witnessed for four consecutive days…. Festive fun , fabulous food , Fall-like weather…Bob Wills Music to the MAX…

We fully expected to see the Graham Banker center-stage….. but the unfortunate passing of Ed , combined with a mandatory recall notice on Jay’s Million-Dollar Motor Coach , proved to be more than Goober could bear….Carla and I did the best we could , teamed with Roger Dyer and Becky , to be the sole representatives of Montague County ….

Carlita was invited to substitute her natural stage presence for that of Jay Gober….taking charge of the microphone and playing “Faded Love” at the top of her lungs..

She excelled , with minimal help from Missouri’s Larry Anderson , and that other talented guy …. what a Fabulous time we had parked in Ed’s usual reserved parking …. near the cook shack ..just a few short steps from the toilet .. Making Memories of those gone on before… Bob Wills , Edward A Fenotee., Gary Prater , and last but certainly not least, Ray (Chipper) Walker..what a Crew..

Thank God for friends and music to fill our hearts when left feeling empty by the untimely passing of man….RIP

Lumber and Lead …..

While searching for an alternative to Dish Network , I happened upon unfamiliar territory entitled ROKU , HULU , and or VUDO tv… WTH ?

I stumbled upon a Western Movie ….”Dry Gulch at the Saw-Mill”…… set in the late 1800’s… starring a family of a professional gambler from Abilene.. the elder named Big John , along with his son Merle , and Merle’s son Luke …all living in a commune on the west side of town … Life was good..

Big John was semi-retired from his successful years at the card-tables… Merle earned a meager existence by playing his banjo at street dances,church socials ,and rodeo’s etc …. while Luke tried his hand at operating a lumber business…His interest lies in boards …minimum 2% interest ..

Luke needed an experienced saw-mill operator … so he sent a telegraph to the Sweetwater Gazette , advertising for a logger….weeks passed , then a cedar-hacker from Mingus took the bait… A deal was stuck…

Two brothers made their way along the path less taken … with their wagon-mounted saw-mill in tow.. arriving at the Commune around noon , in the Fall of 1898.

It soon became obvious that the brothers were hell-bent on Dry Gulching Luke …. side-winders …owl-hoots… men of deviate intent ..dedicated to parting Luke from his monetary means of support ..$$$$$

These diabolical deviates spent copious amounts of time , sharpening saw blades , smoking Prince Albert , leaning on ax handles etc.. anything to avoid manual labor …

Luke and his financial advisor ,Big John , were quick to recognize the saw-mill horn-swaggle under way…

Luke confronted these counterfeit Cedar-Hackers … words of saloon caliber were exchanged across the uncut logs awaiting the Mill…. Luke offered to render partial pay , but delivered disheartening news to the Log-Jockeys from Mingus … ” Get your Shit and Get Gone” he said , as his child-bride looked on in disbelief …

Big John was desperately searching for black powder to empower his antiquated Muzzle Loader…. when Merle galloped his Mule upon the scene… Merle dismounted Molly in record time , dropping the reins to fall where they may.. a man on a mission… Hatfield’s and McCoy’s revisited…

He knew where Long-Tom was resting over the mantle , and where the Ammo that Bob had intentional loaded for a very situation such as this , was in the kitchen drawer .. Merle lived for this moment … kicked the cabin door open and chambered the hot-load in clear view of the Mingus Misfits ……

Little did Merle know that both these self-proclaimed saw-mill geniuses were Wanted Men…. outstanding warrants from out west ……..last thing they wanted was the noise of Long-Tom and his backup point man sitting with his muzzle-loader across his knees , precariously , on the porch….Big John and Smokey were loaded for bear…!!!!

to be continued , if and when these deviates return…. Part Two…only on ROKU ..

If , while traveling “Texas Highways” , you happen upon a fork in the road , kick it aside …….. wait for the knife …turn the page to learn of an educated man beating the hell out of a chunk of molten steel… That frustrated man is airing his inward anger towards Teacher’s Unions ,Critical Race BS , and mass produced knives from China..

Do Not approach him under any circumstance … he can easily forge your remains into a unique knife handle or unique imperfection in his steel blade.. His level of skill is profound. His ability to create nightly neighborhood noise is deafening …. even as neighbors are clamoring for alternative housing, his state-wide notoriety soars…

No Bull …

General Knowledge concerning the Dago Ranchers surrounding the Capital City , reminds us that close kin within the Family tree , often has branches of twisted and deformed roots intermingled with differing opinions of property line inheritance….

The following article is one much researched and meticulously cross-investigated, for authentic facts of ethnic reference…..

This saga began months ago.. when Lean Dover’s Black Angus Bull , began an impromptu romance with Ben Dover’s Red Angus Heifer across the fence..

… In order to protect the identity of both Bovine beauties involved in the destructive sequence of events, hereafter the black bull will be referred to as Spunky .. the Heifer will be called Lucy …

Ben’s fence has received frequent damage for months on end…Lean’s busy schedule has prohibited his prompt attention to fence repair …as Ben Dover is tired of monetary losses and much labor involved to repair the catastrophic result of Lucy’s romantic reception of Spunky’s OCD libido … and Lean’s recent absence on a business trip out of state ..

Ben does what any compassionate Father in this unfortunate situation would do for his son.. .. he commissioned a local cowboy,You’ll-bigger…. to corral the highly skilled Spunky ,and haul his destructive Rump-Roast to a Sale-Barn across state lines ..

In three short months , Spunky has destroyed more fence rows and corner-posts than Zeke could spool in 20 years of dedicated service to precinct #3…..

Lean Dover is due home later this week ….which is more than Spunky can say… but the family may attend his Bovine Memorial Service Saturday Night @ Prime Cut Steakhouse… No Bull…

Kabul Beer Run….

In light of this morning’s Suicide Bomber attack in Kabul , Ed is the Commander of Montague County’s effort to counter the Rag-Head attack at the the exit point in Afghanistan …. this patriotic mission has the code-name ” Helter Skelter”…..aka Kabul Beer Run.. Night Crawler has volunteered to pilot a Black-Hawk Helicopter directly to the scene where Abul scattered his remains …. Ed and I will assume the duties of door-gunners … provide Tom will supply a large Yeti Cooler and ample logistics to fill said cooler with appropriate ale to sustain hydration for the surprise attack on the Tally-Ban.. Our primary mission is to drop informative leaflets detailing our concerns for extended car-warranties on the gifted Hum-V’s now in the hands of the Taliban … Please make a generous donation to Ed’s Go-Fund me page, funding this ill-advised effort… Crawler has lived thru suicide missions before …. over the treacherous waters of Nocona Lake.. Ed challenges each veteran of V-F Nam, to lift a glass in honor of this suicidal Beer-Run ..send tens & twenties immediately …

Chicken Salad …..

Which one of theses model citizens has spent actual time feeding and tending Chickens raised solely for the intent of Arena Fights ,in their final days of Legality … check her shoes for circumstantial evidence ….former involuntary employee of Arkansas’s REB Williamson’s Fighting Cocks …Glenwood Arkansas….the original Rebel Ranch ..

Carlita’s quest for thinly sliced Catfish led us North…and five miles west of Waurika …past the infamous Carter Farms , in Carter County Oklahoma , to test the Findings of Fellowship and Fried Fish…. Bill knows his Business……….the artform of Culinary Cat’s is alive and well in the confines of Okie Offerings….Well Worth Waiting ..Homestyle Hospitality….