There is an old cowboy who lives on the range. his horse and his cattle are his only companion. He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon, waiting for summer his pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire. Thinking 'bout women and glasses of beer. He closes his eyes as the doggies retire and sings out a song that is soft but it's clear, as if maybe someone could hear....
Howdy all, it's another fun filled night at the ol' apartment complex. These last few weeks on the road have me realizing how much I've missed the sounds of domestic disagreements and thundering hooves up and down the staircase till near midnight.
In truth I thought I take a few moments to share some really great moments this cowpoke has had during his travels.
One in particular was during my trip to the Minneapolis-St.Paul Air Reserve Station. I was dispatched to inspect the work of several contractors we have on the base. It also provided an opportunity break bread and share a brew with our illustrious Murph...aka thcri. Now I will apologize up front for the lack of photos, but if you give me a few days I should have them resized to fit. Back to Murph....Sir it was a true pleasure. I think we even had a few things in common. We discussed the plight of this big blue marble we call home and shared stories of our loved ones. You're a good fella.
After Minnesota it was off for some more in-progress inspections in Springfield Mass, home of the Basketball Hall of Fame and many revolutionary war landmarks. Also, home to the flying 439th Airlift Wing and the C-5 Galaxy. What a monster of an aircraft. Westover Air Reserve Base in Chicopee is situated among some pretty nice country.
The weekend in between and after allowed for few days at the farm. Nothing like jamming 5 days of work into two days (the wife was on a redecorating mission). While taking a small break on the front porch, my loud mouth chickensh.... dog starts barking at the property gate from 50 ft away. So I'm stareing trying to see what she's barking at. Then...I see this little head. No bigger than a tangello peering around the gate post.
It's a Calico Kitten. After assessing that my dog was all hot air it came hopping across the lawn right up onto the porch and proceeded to rub itself on my shoe and pant leg. Needless to say that melted the wifes heart (despite her allergy to cats). The cat was pretty banged up. Scratches, cuts, a little blood and mangled wiskers from where it kissed the asphalt after being thrown from a moving car (that's our belief anyway).
So we proceeded to inspect the cat to find that it was obviously malnourshed and shaken up. We set it up on the porch in a cardboard box with a towel for a bed and gave it something to eat and drink. The idea is that it survives and takes up residence in the barn. Every farm needs a barn cat.
We convinced our neighbor to come by and feed it everyday while we're gone between trips. He's an older fella who's wife passed back in January and seemed excited to help. So we left Scratches in good hands with Mr. Carter. Yes, Scratches.
We wondered if the cat would still be alive when we got back this past weekend. She was i pretty bad shape. Well when we cam back this past weekend Low and behold there's Scratches sitting on the porch like she owned the damn place. (I wouldn't mind a little help with the payment...lol) She put on weight and seemed happy and playful and even seemed to remember us. Mr Carter seemed to have a little kick in his step too.
All in all a pretty neat last few weeks. Thanks Murph, Thanks Scratches, Thanks Mr Carter, Thanks Doc and all you folks at FF.
.....Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams...and rock-a-by sweet baby James
(One of my favorite JT tunes)
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire. Thinking 'bout women and glasses of beer. He closes his eyes as the doggies retire and sings out a song that is soft but it's clear, as if maybe someone could hear....
Howdy all, it's another fun filled night at the ol' apartment complex. These last few weeks on the road have me realizing how much I've missed the sounds of domestic disagreements and thundering hooves up and down the staircase till near midnight.
In truth I thought I take a few moments to share some really great moments this cowpoke has had during his travels.
One in particular was during my trip to the Minneapolis-St.Paul Air Reserve Station. I was dispatched to inspect the work of several contractors we have on the base. It also provided an opportunity break bread and share a brew with our illustrious Murph...aka thcri. Now I will apologize up front for the lack of photos, but if you give me a few days I should have them resized to fit. Back to Murph....Sir it was a true pleasure. I think we even had a few things in common. We discussed the plight of this big blue marble we call home and shared stories of our loved ones. You're a good fella.
After Minnesota it was off for some more in-progress inspections in Springfield Mass, home of the Basketball Hall of Fame and many revolutionary war landmarks. Also, home to the flying 439th Airlift Wing and the C-5 Galaxy. What a monster of an aircraft. Westover Air Reserve Base in Chicopee is situated among some pretty nice country.
The weekend in between and after allowed for few days at the farm. Nothing like jamming 5 days of work into two days (the wife was on a redecorating mission). While taking a small break on the front porch, my loud mouth chickensh.... dog starts barking at the property gate from 50 ft away. So I'm stareing trying to see what she's barking at. Then...I see this little head. No bigger than a tangello peering around the gate post.
It's a Calico Kitten. After assessing that my dog was all hot air it came hopping across the lawn right up onto the porch and proceeded to rub itself on my shoe and pant leg. Needless to say that melted the wifes heart (despite her allergy to cats). The cat was pretty banged up. Scratches, cuts, a little blood and mangled wiskers from where it kissed the asphalt after being thrown from a moving car (that's our belief anyway).
So we proceeded to inspect the cat to find that it was obviously malnourshed and shaken up. We set it up on the porch in a cardboard box with a towel for a bed and gave it something to eat and drink. The idea is that it survives and takes up residence in the barn. Every farm needs a barn cat.
We convinced our neighbor to come by and feed it everyday while we're gone between trips. He's an older fella who's wife passed back in January and seemed excited to help. So we left Scratches in good hands with Mr. Carter. Yes, Scratches.
We wondered if the cat would still be alive when we got back this past weekend. She was i pretty bad shape. Well when we cam back this past weekend Low and behold there's Scratches sitting on the porch like she owned the damn place. (I wouldn't mind a little help with the payment...lol) She put on weight and seemed happy and playful and even seemed to remember us. Mr Carter seemed to have a little kick in his step too.
All in all a pretty neat last few weeks. Thanks Murph, Thanks Scratches, Thanks Mr Carter, Thanks Doc and all you folks at FF.
.....Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams...and rock-a-by sweet baby James
(One of my favorite JT tunes)
I plan on making another this weekend. If the pie thief can keep his mits off for half a second I'll take a pic of it.
It was a great time and enjoyed it a lot. I wished I would have had time to take you down to downtown St Paul to show you all of the large old houses. If the wife's family wasn't around I sure would have. I think you would have liked the architecture of most of them. I have some information to get to you yet and will soon. The last two weeks I have not been around much due to work.
Thanks.