Well, I just left the Red River Valley. Me and my dog. The little shit demands to chase every goose, squirrel and rabbit in the entire parish. We don't have counties here. Parishes. Although, I did venture into Arkansas for a few miles. Farmers planting corn. I stopped for a half hour and watched them plow the fields. Ah, the good ol' days, diggin' up that dirt. I will never get beyond that farm background, I suppose. I had Vince Gill on my cd player. Gimme a flattop and a fiddle and we can do some damage.
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Bill