Fifty-two. Wow. I remember when twenty-five seemed far away. A half century plus of existence, flown by... Know what I'm thinking of doing? Getting my commercial license to sell bait to bait shops. Then I gotta find out if there's a Master's License available. I'll keep you posted. Erratically.
Carroll O'Conner as Chief Gillespie: "Tell 'im his rights, Bubba. I keep losing that little card I read 'em off of."
Alan Autry as Bubba, whom every rookie southern cop aspires to be: "You got the right to keep your mouth shut. You open it, I'll hang you out the window."
Everybody's dyin...lost my grandpa 40 years ago, my brother 24, my mother 3, both grandmothers about 7,8 years back, my Father and Basher, faithful hound pup in October of '05, along with a very nice aunt and my "Other Mother" while at my Dad's funeral and Miss Lanie, another friend, a few months before Dad died. Uncles are dropping like flies. I had a cousin with violet eyes. Diabetes got her. Tired of death. I have a pack of lovely young ladies called "Arnie's Angels" who refuse to allow me to age. Just as well. I might mature, and that would ruin me for blogging.
