When a feller gets to bein my age, folks just natur'lly starts to gettin curious 'bout you. Ain't hardly a day goes by what someone don't ask me when I was borned or if'n I fought in the Civil War, stuff like that. I like to tell folks that by the time the Civil War started I was too old to fight. Gets a good laugh from 'em. Ain't no matter though. I know my days on this here earth are numbered. But afore I goes to cash in my chips, I got a few more stories to tell, a few more songs to sing, a few more beers to drink and a passel more fish to catch. Folks nowadays calls it a bucket list. Well, I may be older'n the Black Hills but I needs at least two buckets for all the fat I's got left to chew.
Now you might think I is bein selfish but I been so busy lately I have takin a notion not to die at all. Lord, I reckon it'll take me forty 'leven years just to get caught up. Folks keep on tellin me I need to slow down, but I got to tell you, the thought of retiredment just sticks in my gizzard. Sideways at that. I don't cotton much to lazy folks and I got no plans on bein one.
Thought for the day: Remember if,n you don't suffer from stress, You is probly a carrier.
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