Happiest, 'doing yer own thang' weeks of my life were in Europe. Riding my Triumph 500cc cycle, sleeping bag and 'pup' tent, loaves of bread, bottles of vino or meeting strangers in pubs and having Guiness. Wake up, look at the map and decide 'which way today'. Ya ever ride a clean straight away on the road to the Cliffs of Moore or the Burgundy Region in south of France at 75 mph? I did. Ever visit iceland for a night or see the Eifel Tower or have a 6" pile of Steak Tartare in a rroad station w/ the chef and local gendarme and share a bottle of vino? How'd it happen? Good ol fashion American chit chat and the next thing ya no, you're a celebrity in a tiny rail town. It was hell swallowing the raw tartare w/ raw egg on top and dripping down the sides. The delicious red wine was very handy. I made new friends and the gendarme escorted me to a nearby farm where I pitched my tent and slept. Next morning went to town nearby and went to a beautiful village church for mass, What a treat! The beautiful French language and the singing...cze dom le fan le caseien en France!!! Like this southern aristocratic swamp gentleman I was doing my thang and didn't give a damn about anything else. Ran out of sheckles and made a poor decision (what's new) and brought the bike home. Shoulda coulda sold it and visited the nice French/Swiss Alps resident I met on the flight over... a nurse who spoke little english. I promised I'd visit but of course......and that's the name of that tune..... But I digress, the southern scholar was discussing doing 'your thang' and being happy. What is happy? Spell regrets....I've had a few. class? class? Diving for Logs....a bit soggy but lucrative and free as a bird........Making no sense but I loved this little ditty you dug up Pea....makes ya thank.........hmmmmmm.
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3 comments:
Pea, I know you're wrong on this one. It is definitely Stoney! He is the only one in the family who could survive the SWAMP. The rest of us are soft.
Pea, where do you find this stuff? !! Great stuff...I love the guy!
Happiest, 'doing yer own thang' weeks of my life were in Europe. Riding my Triumph 500cc cycle, sleeping bag and 'pup' tent, loaves of bread, bottles of vino or meeting strangers in pubs and having Guiness. Wake up, look at the map and decide 'which way today'. Ya ever ride a clean straight away on the road to the Cliffs of Moore or the Burgundy Region in south of France at 75 mph? I did. Ever visit iceland for a night or see the Eifel Tower or have a 6" pile of Steak Tartare in a rroad station w/ the chef and local gendarme and share a bottle of vino? How'd it happen? Good ol fashion American chit chat and the next thing ya no, you're a celebrity in a tiny rail town. It was hell swallowing the raw tartare w/ raw egg on top and dripping down the sides. The delicious red wine was very handy. I made new friends and the gendarme escorted me to a nearby farm where I pitched my tent and slept. Next morning went to town nearby and went to a beautiful village church for mass, What a treat! The beautiful French language and the singing...cze dom le fan le caseien en France!!! Like this southern aristocratic swamp gentleman I was doing my thang and didn't give a damn about anything else. Ran out of sheckles and made a poor decision (what's new) and brought the bike home. Shoulda coulda sold it and visited the nice French/Swiss Alps resident I met on the flight over... a nurse who spoke little english. I promised I'd visit but of course......and that's the name of that tune..... But I digress, the southern scholar was discussing doing 'your thang' and being happy. What is happy? Spell regrets....I've had a few. class? class? Diving for Logs....a bit soggy but lucrative and free as a bird........Making no sense but I loved this little ditty you dug up Pea....makes ya thank.........hmmmmmm.
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