I am quite sure that it took me less than 1/4 the time to read your story, than it would have taken you to actually tell it out loud. I tried desperately to slow down my reading to a slow southern drawl. I imagined my Uncle Bud (He was from east Texas) sittin' in his recliner with a big ole glass of buttermilk, telling a slightly exaggerated tale. hell I even got a tear in my eye! Thanks, Roo
Well, Rodnock, perhaps you could benefit from 49's advice and take a nap halfway through.
Let me try this again. I was not meaning to be insulting. The soft soothing tempo of the slow southern drawl is like music to my ears. I was semi raised in East Texas, where my mom's sister lived with her husband. I spent many summers at their house when we weren't living in Germany.(Dad was a lifer in the Army.) I dearly miss the evening sitting on the porch eating homemade ice cream and listening to the stories they would tell.
I will admit that I do tend to doze off in the afternoon somewhat frequently.
Keep up the stories Roo, they give us something humorous to look forward to on this sometimes monotonous forum.
Roo, you keep producing literary garbage like this, and I'll keep reading it.
Its better than any drug or alcohol induced stupor I ever woke up from. At least the ones I can remember...
Great read. The details remind me of my Grandfathers letters back in the day. Growing up in South Mississippi I do remember those rain storms. Actually had one a few months back when I picked up my dads bike, sort of a farewell as it was relocating to Texas, one last Mississippi road wash.......................