01-17-2012, 02:42 PM
Oh Ray, you miss once again. You try for a barb only to find you have an empty quiver!
I lived the first 27 years of my life in the Wichita Falls areas. I live in Austin because it has trees, unlike most of the rest of Texas, and I am partial to trees. I would have no problem trading the half million people who current reside in Austin, for any random sample of rural Texans. Starting at the age of six, my dad took me with him to work in the oil fields on any day I was not in school. While rural people may be somewhat ignorant of certain things, they will at least stand toe to toe with you and tell you what they think of you, not sneak behind your back telling lies about you. I'll take uneducated honest people over educated liars any day of the week. All people are provincial, city folks are just provincial in a different way, that and being arrogant about their supposed sophistication. One of the smartest men I ever met was a farmer with a sixth grade education, who talked slow, and went by the name of Coon. He had more wit in his pinky, than a tank load of PhD's.
BTW, the above story is fact, with the exception that the main character was not named Billy, and it happened in someone's back yard, instead of a park. The postlude of the story is that "Billy" was a very good musician and singer, and had to play that night at a bar. He was half Cherokee, and so was already somewhat red in complexion. The fire did burn his eyebrows completely off, and gave him a very red "sunburn". He had very long hair which he usually wore in braided pig tails. He did in fact look very much like a flower we called a sunset Susan, because the round middle part was a dark red, and the petals were a dark golden brown color. As he was approximately 6'5" and pretty much solid muscle, as his day job was tying iron, we did not kid him too terribly much.
Dale
I lived the first 27 years of my life in the Wichita Falls areas. I live in Austin because it has trees, unlike most of the rest of Texas, and I am partial to trees. I would have no problem trading the half million people who current reside in Austin, for any random sample of rural Texans. Starting at the age of six, my dad took me with him to work in the oil fields on any day I was not in school. While rural people may be somewhat ignorant of certain things, they will at least stand toe to toe with you and tell you what they think of you, not sneak behind your back telling lies about you. I'll take uneducated honest people over educated liars any day of the week. All people are provincial, city folks are just provincial in a different way, that and being arrogant about their supposed sophistication. One of the smartest men I ever met was a farmer with a sixth grade education, who talked slow, and went by the name of Coon. He had more wit in his pinky, than a tank load of PhD's.
BTW, the above story is fact, with the exception that the main character was not named Billy, and it happened in someone's back yard, instead of a park. The postlude of the story is that "Billy" was a very good musician and singer, and had to play that night at a bar. He was half Cherokee, and so was already somewhat red in complexion. The fire did burn his eyebrows completely off, and gave him a very red "sunburn". He had very long hair which he usually wore in braided pig tails. He did in fact look very much like a flower we called a sunset Susan, because the round middle part was a dark red, and the petals were a dark golden brown color. As he was approximately 6'5" and pretty much solid muscle, as his day job was tying iron, we did not kid him too terribly much.
Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.