Saturday, January 21, 2017

True Love

I headed south of 49 this morning. Jack didn't come with me. True love blew in on a west wind the other day and he has decided to stay home and stare into her eyes rather than come with me to toss sticks and sling mud. I wanted to give him the real goods on true love but figure I'm no one to give advice.
I prefer to drive when the destination is within 1500 miles. It gives me time to look inward and decide what I've done right and where I'm going.   I love driving across America. It is such a beautiful country.
I think we should all give a shout out to the truck drivers. I would say almost all the things in your life from food to computers got to you on a truck. Many call the interstates and 400 series highways in Canada the intestines but I call them the arteries. These highways are the life blood of America.
I'm within 5 hours striking distance of The Rat Hole. I've been told there is George Dickel on the rocks and a nice dinner waiting. Life is good for those of us that know that life is good.
Here is the bad art in my motel room. Oh well, it's just a place to put my head down.

2 comments:

Patrick Houston said...

George will never, ever let you down. God bless the boys down at the distillery.

Patrick

Patrick Houston said...

George will never, ever let you down. God bless the boys down at the distillery.

Patrick