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A day or two back I was “channel flipping” and saw this young woman singing. I always; flip with the sound off but I could tell it was bad; she grimmised like maybe some gosh awful pain was bugging her. On top of that she had the mike so close to her mouth she looked as though she may have been gnawin’ in it.

However the most puzzling thing was the song title caption; it read: “I SHAVE MY LEGS FOR THIS?” Cross my heart - I kid you not. This was the title.   Without knowing the rest of the song, we may never know what the “THIS” stoof for.

-Here’s a goodie, by Billy Walker: (just the chorus): …”Let’s chase each - other round the room tonight, just like we did back on our wedding night.” Ain’t that romantic?

I don’t know what happened to Billy on that one.  We were used to hearing his country classics like: CROSS THE BRAZOS AT WACO and… “When I lay down at night and I turn out the light,” YOU GO WALKING’ THRU THE SHADOWS OF MY MIND.” (ASCAP-BMI)

Sadly we lost billy in a car crash several years back.

    I suppose every town has moochers. I’m told years ago a fellow by the name of Lize Meredith ran a grocery store here. A local moocher was one of his “best” customers; showing up around noon each day.

    One day he came in and gave Lize the same ole speal: “Lize if you don’t care could you stand me good for a bologna sandwich...and put plenty of crackers with it?”

    Lize fixed the sandwich, knowing he’d never see a dime - all ways free gratis.

    When the moocher finished he said, “Lize if you don’t ind slip me a pack of that good juicy fruit gum. I’VE GOT TO GET THIS OLE BOLOGNA TASTE OUT OF MY MOUTH.”

    -Most of my readers know I taught agriculture at our local high school - along with adult ag education  throughout the county. I guess that’s why most folks know who I was - particularly rural people.

    As you know it’s untold what sort of discussion goes on in a barber shop.

    One day as I was walking up the street a fellow ran out of a local barber shop and hailed me: “When you artificially breed a cow, which way do you go - up?”

“BOTH” I answered.

He slowly went back in scratching his head, in a state of puzzlement. I relate this with as much propriety as possible.

-What’s in a name?  What about, RUPERT EGG?

Back in Texas years ago, I went into the electric office to pay my light bill. Behind one of the desks sat a young man looking to be just out of high school, (a new employee no doubt) with a desk name plate that said RUPERT EGG.  I’ll not try to describe RUPERT EGG. With a name like RUPERT EGG, your guess is as good as mine.

Somewhere in my family tree I recall the name Fanny Tennessee. I think she may have be my grandfather Driskill’s sister: I remember my mother calling her “Aunt Fannie”.

Do people resemble their names? In my younger years when as an agronomist sales rep and trouble shooter for Federal Fertilizer Company, we had a fertilizer dealer in Indiana named Virgil Tawtack. Virgil had a set of jaws on him lookin like the sides of a backhoe bucket.  I almost forgot in my hometown of Greenville, KY, there was woman named Texas Tennessee Lear.

...So much the passing parade…

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