Neanderpundit

Tomorrow, Dallas Fort Worth.

Toys…

**Update**

Wow, either I’ve lost my mind, or everybody else on the planet has lost theirs. No Rock River stuff to be seen anywhere, unless it was hidden in plain sight, which could easily be the case in my advanced age.

What was there was far overpriced, all the way to the point of ridiculous.

So what do I do? Nothing.

If the case ever comes up, I’ll simply do it the tried and true, old fashioned way, and pick up one from a dead guy.

like a frying pan on a frog, but today, far from civilization, I could only get the local country station, which I turned down between weather forecasts, just to get a handle on the way my day was going to go.

Anyway, just between one of the forecasts and me hitting the “mute” I caught this song. If any of you ever wonder how I feel about the Ogwife, this is it. Kinda choked me up, actually.

Don’t know who the fuck Randy Travis is, but he said a mouthful right there.

Plus, someone in his band is playing a National Dobro, the sound of which I always loved.

Pity it’s so uncommon outside of country & western. Sure, I grew up on the stuff, but that don’t mean I had to like it. I used to have to eat brussel sprouts too.

And wet, and rainy.

So I came home and am going to go to bed. Fuckit.