I headed out to work this morning and a big old bull squirrel is standing at the apex of my man room, mission control, the football situation room. In squirrel talk he's screaming, "Panthers are a Lock!"
So I take it under advisement. Then as I pulled into my parking lot...bam! A big cat skin is draped over the bush. Another revelation.
Today marks 38 years since the great sleep where I stayed in bed completely well, yet slept for three days.
You see, I ditched college in my second year to explore the world. I joined a ragtag group of guys and we built railroad tracks. We traveled the southeast and built small tracks called spurs.
The work was difficult. Every day I ached. We worked from sun up to sundown and everything was heavy. Just the tools were 45 pounds each.
After about six weeks on the job it became Labor Day and I was as Far East in NC as you can get, Plymouth, NC, home of Catfish Hunter.
After six weeks I was exhausted. I had a room in a cheap motel with a black and white TV and AC.
All of Saturday I slept. Saturday night I went to the bathroom and ate a bag of burgers. I woke Sunday to eat mid morning. I woke Monday to watch a little Jerry Lewis Telethon and napped all day and slept all Monday night.
You see them everywhere, the ALS videos. We had two recorded at our tailgate. Kind of a public baptism of support really.
What I find creepy is how Facebook videos begin playing videos silently. When I watch silently I can tell everyone is a bit nervous and there is a scripted agenda. It reminds me of the beheading videos of the Iraq War.
Last year, and again this year I'm having nervous butterflies about the first tailgate. Perhaps as last year, it's because I'm still in recovery mode. I plan to be slow and careful moving about to save energy and to prevent injury.
This year because so much equipment is new and different, I plan to spend several days packing and tweaking for quite possibly our largest tailgate event ever.
Paul, Sebastian, and I have been bantering back and forth menu planning. It's all planned.
Equipment is inventoried. Pans need re washing from sitting all winter and summer.
That’s wReggie with a silent “W” like Wrangler, wrench, write and wrong, and now new and improved with a lower case “w” with all the cutting edge sophistication of eBay or iPhone. Some words need a "W" like "one". What's that about?
I love to travel and observe the world. I married my teenage sweetheart who is still my first wife. I guess you can call me an animal lover too with 4 border collies, 3 horses, two cats, 21 chickens and one Brine Shrimp. I have a deep love and respect for bacon and club sandwiches and take convenience of gravity for granted.
Finally, I love to laugh.