They keep telling me to go lay an egg!

We Take Pride in our wildlife!!

Tastes like chicken!
Getting Dirty!!

Dan (son-in-law) & Lori
Shoveling coal

Old 97
The best..

Hank Williams SR
True American

Gone but not forgotten

One of my hero's..

Boogie music
Yellow Rose of Texas..

Reminds me of "Sam Elliot"..
He did this for YOU!

When Ten Thousand Angels Cried..
Quality family time

In all things, give thanks!
Ghost town of the old miners..

Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, December 14, 2007
Tom Browning's Art Work
Friday, November 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Moon
The Moon
By Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.
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