My mom will say “that is horrible” and kind of laugh and ask me how drunk I was. My other mom will look at me with with a slight look of both horror and alarm and say nothing. Both of them will say that love they love me know matter how much of a moron I am sometimes.
“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”—Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Howdy TCF, you ever listen to the Band of Heathens? Might I recommend "Maple Tears"? It's got that satisfying kind of twang. That whole first studio album is pretty good...Jackson Station, Second Line, Cornbread, L.A. County Blues and más!
Listening to them now!
Pretty great, thanks for the recommendation you grey faced ghost…
“One cannot be pessimistic about the West. This is the native home of hope. When it fully learns that cooperation, not rugged individualism, is the quality that most characterizes and preserves it, then it will have achieved itself and outlived its origins. Then it has a chance to create a society to match its scenery.”—Wallace Stegner