I stumbled upon a great radio station out of Houston playing a mix of R&B, soul, Motown and all that. The rig is rockin', at least for me. But this music isn't soothing at all to Paul's vintage ears. He's been searching the dial for classic country. Jim Reeves. Willie Nelson. Marty Robbins. Faron Young, etc. After all this is Texas. And no classic country. But we know it's out there, or was. Today on our drive to the outlet mall we passed Bob Wills, Jr.'s defunct, derelict dance hall near Conroe. So no one's waltzed across those Texas floors in some time.
Where'd the time go today? It's close to 7PM here. Almost two hours past the start of cocktail hours. So I've uncorked the wine and Paul's swilling a Tecate. Appears the rain has stopped long enough for him to fire up the barbeque. Chicken, baked beans and grapes in a bottle for dinner. Life is gooood.
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Keep it clean, please. And nice. And complimentary.