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#11,103
#11,103
buckfama said:
I miss the days of the old mom and pop stores. I stop at every one I run across. If they have a deli counter I always get a ham and cheese sandwich loaded with everything. I don't know what it is but there is nothing g better than on of those sandwiches.

That's another great thing about what I do. Im usually in rural areas so I still run across places like those old country stores. I know lots of folks make fun of country folks but they are some.of the finest people on Earth and I count myself lucky to have met some of the folks I have. The stories they share about the buildings and people.

Here is a funny one about Hickman county and how the county seat ended up in Centerville instead of Nunnley where it originally was.

Not sure about the exact date this happened but I know it was in the late 1800's. Nunnley was the county seat but Centerville was growing and the folks there wanted their town to be the county seat. The folks from Nunnley refused to give it up. They had built a new one on top of the hill behind the general store I'm taking down, a log structure. The county business had outgrown the room in the store. So after arguing back and forth for awhile and the Nunnley folks refusing to give it up the Centerville folks decided to take action.

They gathered together a group of folks along with several wagons. In the middle of the night they snuck down to Nunnley, dismantled the cabin and loaded it on their wagons and physically moved it to Centerville and reassembled it. Lol. Just went in and stole that sucker. So that's how Centerville became the county seat instead of it remaining in Nunnley where it originally was.
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Haha. Now that's gangsta.
 
#11,108
#11,108
MaxamusXIII said:
When she's old enough to date I will come out there and help you "clean " them on date nights.
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When my sister's first started dating, my mother was in night school, and my father was working in Texas or Germany. My brother is 14 months older than me, so my parents charged him with meeting the lads come a courtin' and assess whether the situation was suitable for our young sisters to step out. He refused. It fell to me.

I would have my sisters greet their dates at the door and bring them to me in the living room. I'd be seated in my father's comfy chair, cleaning one of his shotguns. I'd snap it closed just before the introductions. This bit of theatrics was backed up by a cadre of my friends who having heard that a fella was interested in one of my sisters would confront the lad and warn him that if she was molested in the slightest, they would drag him out into the deep woods and leave him naked and tied to a tree. These confrontations would take place before the lad came a callin'. My cleaning a shotgun when we first met simply reinforced the prior impression (There were two who would actually have made good on their threat. Thank goodness no doofus was fool enough to lay an unwanted hand upon either of my sisters.).

In answer to the question yet to be asked, yes, there were times when I wouldn't allow the date to proceed. These were few, and my sisters were very upset with me each time.

Even though I had a reputation as an unfazeable peacenik, a guy who would stand between combatants to stop a fight (even if I suffered a blow or two in the process), the young lads perceived their jeopardy if they disrespected my sisters. They understood that I was capable of wrath, whether it be pursuing their prosecution in the courts, simply beating them, or letting my friends take them into the deep woods.
 
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#11,109
Behr said:
That would be a great country song.
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In 1980, I was working at KGRT Las Cruces, NM, a country station. I wrote a classic C&W waltz with a young George Straight in mind. Back then, George was a young buck with an old school country vibe about him. He wasn't going to be covering any Pointer Sisters songs (Yes, I'm pointing the finger at Conway Twitty).

As all good country songs do, this one has a story. It's sung from the perspective of a guitar strummin' country singer who's too often failed to fulfill his commitment to a good woman who loves him. After a night drinkin' with the boys, he comes home to find her awake and waiting for him. He can see in her eyes he's let her down yet again. He confesses his sins and his heart in a song composed on the spot.

The rhythm is a slow waltz, suitable for the dance of lovers and couples a courtin'.
 
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