Beau Wann, Jr.
HEY SUSAN ! ! ! So glad you're ok ! Your colorado place sounds so beautiful...beautiful country for sure. One of my sons and and grandson just got back from Montana. Seems they go there everyother month or so. They are always sending pictures back to my phone OF THEM HAVING FUN, whilst I'm working. If I ever went up in the high country, higher than here, I probably wouldnt come back. So many places I've dreamed of going to, but never made it. So now I have my "field of dreams"...not colorado or Montana, but I guess it will have to do.
Ok Susan, got a name tag all ready for you to hawk the dogs and popcorn and crackerjacks, and lemonade and peanuts...and cotton candy if I can find a cotton candier machine for reasonable cheap, free! ! ! But like Terry, you gotta stay in shape, cause you might be needed on the field! Do we have any "Flos" out there, or "Alices" ? Got name tags for them as well ! ! !
Snakes on a field? SNAKES ALIVE MAN ! ! ! ! I was out sitting in one of the box seats, just giving it the old be hind test. I had a cold brewski in one hand, my glove and ball under my arm, and all the while talking to Robbie B on my pay phone. Whilst conversing, I noticed the ground was moving in the infield....."HEY" , says I, "the grounds not supposed to be moving".....SNAKE ! SNAKE ! SNAKE ! That bad boy was about 4 to 5 foot long ! You know how folks say, "why that came right out of left field"....now I know where that saying came from, only this bad boy came out of right field, crawled across the infield and right across home plate.
He was going backwards from first to home. I tried to splain the rules to him, but he just wouldnt listen. He had a very distinct diamond pattern on his, uh, ugly slimy creepy self, but no rattles on his otherwise skinny tail...Robbie said it was probably a chicken snake, or rat snake, or bull snake....Ok, I aint got no chickens yet, and not many rats close by, and bulls in pastures on both sides of us....So SHOO ! ! ! I'm like Indiana Jones, AH HATE SNAKES....
I had a beer bottle, a bat or two, and a .357 with which to dispatch him should the need arise. It didnt ! So I left him alone, and he left me alone.
Our dogs, fric and frac found a hog nose, or possum snake at the back of the house....My beloved hollard "SNAKE" or woids to that effect...I came a runnin with the shovel, whilst she held beowolf and fang by the collars. The snake reared up and spread it's hood, (possum snakes have a hood like a cobra) when they spread the hood, if that doesnt scare you away, then it flops over on it's back and plays "possum" hence the name "possum snake"....
Since our "critter relocation" program was in affect, I gently scooped him up with the shovel, and gently flung him into the next pasture. He laid there upside down, till he thought the danger had passed, then just as deftly as you please, flipped back over on his belly and slithered away.....dang I hate snakes...
Well, I got the first sponsors sigh hung on the back stop, and tested all the box seats, and everything was just fine, cept for that snake! I sat there as the sun was going down, all the while it was 100 degrees, but in the shade, and saw ballplayers on the field, or wished there was some. I know JC Mosier and Larry York and Keith Kupeck were good, no, GREAT ball players, so I'm reserving a spot on the roster for them. Probably Teddy and Robbie, and Johnny et al were all good ballplayers at one time, so they have a place on the team, teams....
Well, I see by the bright yellow light shining through the library door, that the sun is up. HA, I beat the sun up every morning. My day starts around 4 AM...Sammy usually breaks the "silent night" with his "I want to go out on the porch" cry...so I get up and let him out, or my beloved does...then of course that usually rousts the rest of the critters from their slumber. Dixie Belle shakes her head from side to side real fast and her ears and collar flops and sounds like woody woodpecker banging into a steel post ! ! ! Well, sure, ok, I'm up, no problem... I wasnt doing anything important, cept sleeping.....seems beowolf and white fang want to go out and the cats want to EAT ! ! ! !
I know what fric and frac want to do, pester a toad ! We have a couple of HUGE toads in the yard, and Balto and Rin Tin Tin want to play with them, or pester em to death....dogs...! ! ! That was one thing about Cooper, that also made him a great therapy dog, was nothing distracted him or bothered him to excitement. He would just look lazily at whatever was making a fuss, and then go on about his business, which usually was sleeping, when he wasnt working with someone !
Ok, guess I've be babblin enough for a Sunday morn...Probably gonna be another hot day...got to 103 yesterday, and at least 100 everyday since the beginning of June, and two months without rain. Someone said that this was the hottest july on record since 1865 or 95....not having been there, I'll take their word for it.
Keep the sun at your xis and ride boldly ride, with the AC on...
Your frien and resident wacko....Beauregard Cephus T. Abner Magillicutty Doubleday esq...
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