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Late today Ed lodged an official complaint that pictures of him were noticeably absent from recent blogs and news articles..

The following is a composite of Ed’s most strikingly athletic photographs..

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Based on popular demand , this could be the last printing of Ben Dover’s photo album..

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Little did I know that this candid moment several years ago would become a cherished treasure in my memories of quality friends…the kind that need not remind you that they’re there , but the kind you know in your heart you can depend on…

For those unfamiliar , that’s W.A. ( Willy ) Duvall on the left , and Jimmy Harold (J.J. ) Jones on the right… sopping up my grocery budget ….

Both have now taken up residence with our Lord… where I believe both are still mooching free meals at every opportunity….

* Note Billy Henley at the feed-trough there in the background….He’s not above accepting vitals on the other man’s tab either..

Love these guys…all the way to Bellevue and half the way back..

During the glory-days of this shop-sign , late seventies and early 1980’s , the Carter brothers were quiet active in buying & selling antique cars… among our inventory passed a number of notable cars.. including a 1936 Graham…a 38 Dodge sedan delivery.. 50 model Dodge five-window pick-up..53 Pontiac…and remnants of no less than 7 Model-A Fords…coupes, phatons , sedans, pick-up and roadster bodies…plus several Model T Fords..

Common ground enjoyed to excess by the Carter Brothers… car shows , swap meets , and eternal scavenger hunts for any relic of automotive history…

all that’s left of that cherish time is this abandoned sign left hanging in our shop of 35 years ago… Daughter , Lynne and her husband Manual tracked it down about a month ago , and gave it back to the rightful owner.. Thanks for the memory…

I still house a 1941 Ford Stake-Bed bought ,and built beneath this old sign, and driven all over the states of Texas Oklahoma and Arkansas….

Grand Days of the Carter Brothers.. bonding and building beneath this state-of-the-art sign…

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Wondering why the recent rate-increase at Ben Dover’s Water Company ?….. Do the math…

Mexican laborers are currently on leave , in Mexico….The new CEO ( Junior ) is applying pressure on Ben to get the remodeling job completed on schedule..

Ed decides to upgrade to German contractors to reach the time-frame set forth by the new CEO…

Enter Bert Waltersheid… Super Contractor from East Germany…but  he don’t work for Mexican wages… Cost Plus.. unlimited budget… cost over-runs…straight lumber..

Hence… Rate Increase to cover budget shortfalls…and expensive German labor costs..

Once again  Ben Dover has stuck it to his water consumers… his friends and neighbors.. his blood-kin will suffer the added expense.. but Ben’s main mission in life is to get Junior off his case , and squirrel away a few extra bucks for pigeon shoots and Indian Casinos….

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Greater Love hath no man than to lay down his tomatoes for a friend…

Thank you Commissioner Bob for the bounty of your labor … Who said He’s just another pretty face ?…

Zeke and W.W. should take lessons from the “Tall” Langford…

 

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Independence Day

Is America a great nation or what ?

Carolyn woke up with a craving for Coconut Cream Pie… sickly though she was , she just couldn’t seem to shake the craving…

So I manned the phone banks..  called the Woolf Den…no luck …reverted to the old stand-by Sweet Boys for sweeeet results…

” Yeah we got one , fresh outta the oven , for twenty bucks and small change “……… I’m on my way !

After strict instructions for Carolyn to remain on the bed.. I blasted off for Sweet Boy’s Pie Emporium ..post-haste…

While approaching the Ultimate Store , some inattentive Red-neck pulled his 68 Winnebago straight out in front of me.. I hit the brakes and the horn simultaneously to avoid crashing his antiquated Box-Car on wheels.. this rig gave all the outward appearances of having set under a tree for at least a decade…and all the inward appearances of being controlled by a drunken idiot..

After opposing traffic cleared ,the timid bride , driving a chase car behind him , smiled sheepishly as I shot around them with the F-150 pawing at the asphalt…. then I glanced right, as climbing the Other Man’s Hill, at the shirtless redneck driving the Smithsonian Winnebago..

He was livid…half naked ….hanging out the open window of Winney , with only the soles of his feet remaining behind the wheel of the decrepid Hundred Dollar Motor Coach….. He fired me the International Salute… with great animated emphasis…he put his heart and soul into it …

I repeat , Is this a great nation or what ?…. He had the freedom to drive that hunk-o-junk to the lake for the 4th week-end….straight out in front of me….

I had the inherent freedom to blast my horn at his poor choice of loose termed transportation and his despicable driving skills…

In turn , he exercised his First amendment right with a patriotic salute in my direction… middle finger…repeatedly……………………. God Bless America..

Trump’s Making America Great Again , just like 1960…….. gotta love it !!

Carolyn and I ventured over to Bellmire this morning , only to find it is no-longer called Bellmire… It’s now something far more descriptive , but a clean and modern facility much more inviting for patients and visitors alike..

The primary purpose of our visit was to check the status of Carolyn’s older brother, Jerry McDonald, who fell and broke his hip last week..He is progressing well..

The secondary mission was to surprise Nocona’s Mayor Protem Denny Ray with an impromptu visit from home folks..

The receptionist allowed us to gain entry thru the electronic door , then directed us to Mr. Towerys room down the hall… #204 … He was not at home..

My search for Mr. Towery ended under an outdoor gazebo , where a group of tobacco addicts had gathered for a temporary fix….. Denny was there , seated in the shade , spitting and sputtering like a John Deere tractor

Denny was totally surprised by my unannounced visit… Immediately he began asking about his Jeans Bible Class friends and the lack of their frequent appearance at this location…

I rendered the news that Dr. Scott had abandoned his teaching duties , in exchange for a greener calling in Boseman Montana .. subsequently he inquired about his God-Father , Ed Fenotee..

I reassured him Ed was still flush with pictures of dead Presidents and was saving some for him..

After informing Denny Ray of that welcome news , he asked if I had Ed’s cell #…  Indeed I do…. I have him right here on speed-dial…. Hold on I’ll ring him up for you…

After a short burst of rings , Ed answered.. I handed the flip-phone to Denny…

He immediately launched a laundry-list of fresh fruit requests… Apples, bananas, peaches , oranges, etc… plus a sleeve of smokeless tobacco ,and a few pictures of Ben Franklin or Jefferson , or Abe…

Ed has not legally adopted him yet … but has assumed responsibility for his addictions to snuff , fresh fruits , and pocket-money used to bribe nursing home help for indiscriminate favors .. Such is the life of Denny Ray…

He’s living the life becoming a past Mayoral majesty….. watching t.v. , taking mid-day naps , spittin and sputtering snooch on all who happen by..eating fresh fruit like Caesar Augusta..  Plain language..

He’s got it made…in the shade !