Writes like Twain, Sounds like Clower
Bubba Shakespeare

For those of you who have not yet visited the new Food Lion store in Wake Forest, which, based on the hoard of shoppers we had to fight our way thru today there can't be many, I wanted to give you a quick rundown on a few of the things you can expect at this new modern location.  One of the first things I found unique was how all the sidewalks funnel you down to the sides of the building, you know, so you can enter the vestibule through the doors that are perpendicular to the front of the building  (for those of you from Iron-Duff that's a fancy way of saying that there's a porch that sticks out from the front of the house and instead of having steps that go right up the middle the steps is over on each side) . Strange thing was, when we got to the side of the vestibule, there won't no doors there. So what you have to do next is, step back out into the road, avoid getting hit, and then walk back to the front of the vestibule where the doors are (porch for thos...

August 6, 2017 Tukwila, WA For all my friends that will be joining me in Seattle later this week, I've been asked to keep sort of a travel log, things you might want to do, places you might want to go eat and things you might just need to avoid.   Let’s just call it an Eat, Do, Avoid list. Here's what I learned from today's adventure. Eat: For pure value, the free breakfast buffet at the Hampton can't be beat. Add to that the opportunity to make new friends. Beth picked us out a lovely family to eat with, if only they had spoken English, or maybe if I had known they didn't speak English 10 to 15 sentences sooner. It's ok, I'm sure they weren't taking about me! Oh, and by the way, for all you people reading this who are visiting here from one of those foreign places where you eat all natural straight from the garden to the table wholesome goodness foods; Let Your Kid Eat a Waffle!!! You're on vacation, give em a break, and maybe they will stop...

So, I thought I had a Christmas mouse in the house a few weeks ago, but after seeing him only that one time, way too late at night, I decided that maybe I was just too tired that night n seeing things. That was, until last night! My youngest son, Austin, spots the little fellow makin a run for it into the closet, so of course my hillbilly instincts and finely honed mousing skills kick in.  If you're wondering what "finely honed mousing skills" I'm referring to, it's the ones I acquired back in the early 1990's during my rat huntin days at Francis Feed Mill.   Austin and I began our eradication program by first placing a perfect row of glue boards just inside the threshold of the closet door.  Lining them up from jam to jam then closing the door.Next, we strategically folded a towel, and placed it under the gap of the door thus denying the varmint an exit route. I explained this genius to my son, who is always anxious and excited to learn the ways of th...