Wet dog...not THATS a smell I can do without. Old hound
doesn't smell real good when he's dry. Wet...he stinks.
Spooks taste in music...he's an old man, likes old music.
County...George Jones, Conway Twitty...that era. Been to see
many of them live, back in the day.
Mainly...big band dance music. Barb and I danced, time to time.
And when we danced, I wanted to hold her in my arms. Learned
to dance in school, we did. Then years later, someone started a
dance club in the area for us old people. Had to learn again. SLOW
dance...some of those people were OLD.
I miss that already...the dance. Just holding her. Like others, I don't
like a heavy perfume smell. But I loved the way her hair smelled, felt,
shined. Spook was in love with her long hair.
Grew up on a 100 acres. People called it a farm...I thought it was my
playground. Bordered other farms...just a big playground. Complete
with three (working) barns. Teenage Spook used to love to hang out
in the hayloft of the cattle barn, read a book, drink a soda. Listen to
the cattle. Spent a lot of time on an uncle's dairy farm. Even know
how to milk a cow, Spook does. Churn butter. Lots of farmy things.
Didn't have a horse, so we did the next best thing. Steal the neighbors
horse and ride. Horse got so he wouldn't come down in the valley
pasture. (down in the valley, we could catch him and the neighbor
couldn't see us.)
Next farm over raised sheep...lots of that here. Sheep. Goats weren't
near as fun.
My dads uncle, he raised guineas...noisy birds. Could NOT sneak
up on them. Between the guineas and his dogs, you couldn't even
get close before Uncle Tom knew you were there. After I grew up a
bit, I knew why....Uncle Tom had himself a moonshine still, and that
was his watchdogs. Had me a taste of that stuff a time or two...makes
a Spook walk funny.
(Spooks don't drink...we leak a lot.)
Years ago, Spook was just a county kid...did all those normal things.
Stealing watermelons, gluing mailboxes shut...just being a boy.
Tried living in a big city a time or two. Not my life. No trees. No hills.
No fun. No Spook.
***My Dad, he was a great guy. He grew up hard...coal camp poor.
So he gave us everthing he could. He bought us a dirtbike when I
was about ten years old. BUT...they were dangerous. So he wouldn't
buy us any gas. We pushed that bike up a hill so we could coast down.
Had that bike for years. Never heard it actually run more than a time
or two.
My Dad, he was way smarter than me...I grew up and bought myself
one of those motorcycles....with gas. Old Honda road bike. And
proceeded to crash it. Woman pulled out in front of me, I laid the
bike down. And Spook learned not to ride motorcycles anymore.
Honestly, wife didn't want me to have one. Always told her I was
going to get one with two sidecars on it...one for her, one for Hana.
Spook misses a lot of things these days.
doesn't smell real good when he's dry. Wet...he stinks.
Spooks taste in music...he's an old man, likes old music.
County...George Jones, Conway Twitty...that era. Been to see
many of them live, back in the day.
Mainly...big band dance music. Barb and I danced, time to time.
And when we danced, I wanted to hold her in my arms. Learned
to dance in school, we did. Then years later, someone started a
dance club in the area for us old people. Had to learn again. SLOW
dance...some of those people were OLD.
I miss that already...the dance. Just holding her. Like others, I don't
like a heavy perfume smell. But I loved the way her hair smelled, felt,
shined. Spook was in love with her long hair.
Grew up on a 100 acres. People called it a farm...I thought it was my
playground. Bordered other farms...just a big playground. Complete
with three (working) barns. Teenage Spook used to love to hang out
in the hayloft of the cattle barn, read a book, drink a soda. Listen to
the cattle. Spent a lot of time on an uncle's dairy farm. Even know
how to milk a cow, Spook does. Churn butter. Lots of farmy things.
Didn't have a horse, so we did the next best thing. Steal the neighbors
horse and ride. Horse got so he wouldn't come down in the valley
pasture. (down in the valley, we could catch him and the neighbor
couldn't see us.)
Next farm over raised sheep...lots of that here. Sheep. Goats weren't
near as fun.
My dads uncle, he raised guineas...noisy birds. Could NOT sneak
up on them. Between the guineas and his dogs, you couldn't even
get close before Uncle Tom knew you were there. After I grew up a
bit, I knew why....Uncle Tom had himself a moonshine still, and that
was his watchdogs. Had me a taste of that stuff a time or two...makes
a Spook walk funny.
(Spooks don't drink...we leak a lot.)
Years ago, Spook was just a county kid...did all those normal things.
Stealing watermelons, gluing mailboxes shut...just being a boy.
Tried living in a big city a time or two. Not my life. No trees. No hills.
No fun. No Spook.
***My Dad, he was a great guy. He grew up hard...coal camp poor.
So he gave us everthing he could. He bought us a dirtbike when I
was about ten years old. BUT...they were dangerous. So he wouldn't
buy us any gas. We pushed that bike up a hill so we could coast down.
Had that bike for years. Never heard it actually run more than a time
or two.
My Dad, he was way smarter than me...I grew up and bought myself
one of those motorcycles....with gas. Old Honda road bike. And
proceeded to crash it. Woman pulled out in front of me, I laid the
bike down. And Spook learned not to ride motorcycles anymore.
Honestly, wife didn't want me to have one. Always told her I was
going to get one with two sidecars on it...one for her, one for Hana.
Spook misses a lot of things these days.
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