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Beau Wann, Jr.
My beloved does not generally make any contrary requests of me, so when she does, I like to, if at all possible, honor those requests, and it seems that she does not want to sell the Juke box...no harm either way if we sell it or keep it...so we shall keep it, for now...hadnt really discussed a price on it...she would also like for me to keep my Fender Stratocaster...why? Seems she is more sentimental about things than I use to be...According to Guitar Center, and they have the same one...seems my guitar is worth somewhere in the vicinity of 40K...I wouldnt pay 40K for every guitar on earth, but some folks will spend that kind of money for even sillier things...
And the half price sale is off, and we also dont deliver...seems I misspoke...yet once again...well, it is her buisness...thank goodness...I suppose if it were up to me I'd just chunk the stuff out....knowing full well it all has value to some folks...I just want to get shed of stuff...
There is a Mr Villareal that works on juke boxes...he worked for a man that had a JB museum on Bingle at Hammerly...who has since died...the man that owned the museum, not Mr Villareal...Dont know if he would make the trip to the hill country or not..He speaks no english, or does not wish to, so his daughter Crystal goes with him to translate...he has worked on my wifes Juke box...not having anyone else to compare his rates or his expertise to, I would have to say he is an expert and his rates seem fair...
There is an antique shop on 19th just across from where the old Reagan State Bank was, (it is now some other bank)...The owner of the shop has numerous JBs fully restored, whereas they look brand new...He and Mr Villareal spent a lot of hours restoring them...Prices on those vary from 10grand to expensive...
Speaking of sentimental over things, the Wanns are no longer "rich land barons"...we are sort of "rich barren of land barons"...( rich being a relative term)...The Wanndarosa closed last Friday...I thought I'd be all weepy eyed and sad....not so mon ami...the two young men that purchased it, are so excited about it (sort of like we were)...but they are much younger and more capable of getting things done...So, we are elated and relieved that someone of their caliber was able to purchase it...Both educated in Christian schools, both just as nice and polite as you could ever want your child to be...We gave them a lot of items to go with the place, and to them it was Christmas in April...I know their parents have to be as proud of them as they can be...
They even stopped by last night for another truck load of goodies...at our request of course...One of the young men works for a firm that sells the keurig coffee maker...he brought the very best commercial one to us as a thankyou gift...now wasnt that nice???? We may adopt these two young men...they already have had braces and college and new cars behind em, not to mention their very own place in the country...we'd be getting a bargain eh what???
Before we sold the "ranch", I took Jack and Cooper up last week for one last romp...they were elated at first, bounding through the meadows and woods, chasing butterflies and anything else that appeared to move...what a pleasure it was watching their heads and bodies bounce up and down through the tall grass...I sat on the parkbench the edge of the middle meadow (mm) watching them for the longest time...
What a beautiful sight...eventually they sensed something was up. The ran back and sat at my feet urging me to get up and join them, so I did. Well, I didnt run or bound through the countryside, I slowly walked down the trails and roads and fence lines as I have many times, both boys, one on each side, ears almost touching each leg, they were so close. Dont know how long it took to walk it, better part of two hours, but we slowly meandered our way back to the truck...I watched the boys as they looked at me, and then around at the countryside...I did the same...I opened the truck doors, to which Jack jumped in, and Cooper looked his usual perplexed self...sometimes he has no clue where or what he is, but he sure does know how to get the best out of folks...
I put out his ramp, (he does not know how to jump up in the back seat of the truck, or doesnt want to) and guide him up until he is in the truck. He also wont go up the ramp without guidance...
Once the boys were secured, I climbed in and shut the door, drove out the south gate, stopping only to get out and lock it...and drove off...both boys looking back at their disappearing playground...they knew...
This place was my own "yellowstone park"...It looked identical to that park....well, except it didnt have the mountains, the geysers, the hotsprings, the buffalo, the bears (thank goodness for that one), otherwise it looked just exactly like "yellostone park"...and it had it;s own "grand canyon" up by the north pasture/meadow...it is in good and capable hands now...plus we have an invite to come up anytime we want...nothing wrong with that...
I see by the cats perching on everything around me, and the two drooling dogs, that it must be breakfast time...silly me...
Dance like Fred Astaire...nap like Rip Van...love like there is no tomorrow...
DOD
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