Thanks for the heads up on Nanci Griffith, Uncle Ken. I don't think I was ever aware of her but she may have come and gone in the recesses of my memory. My tastes in music ebb and flow, always shifting; I'll like something for a while and then I don't like it anymore but then years later I like it again. You may call it wishy-washy but I call it a nuanced appreciation of the fluid nature of artistic expression. That was a nice song but they could have eased up on the background music, a little too loud for me to enjoy her singing.
I'm starting to feel a little sorry for Uncle Ken regarding Johnny Cash as a songwriter. That song about the chain gang, the one he sings with Waylon Jennings? He didn't write that one, either.
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Perhaps Old Dog is referring to Isle Royale National Park...
No, Mr. Beagles, I know the difference and what a remote location Isle Royale is. Many years ago, way back in the 20th century, I worked with a lady who was recently married and the newlyweds spent a week-long honeymoon camping on Isle Royale. The marriage did not get off to a good start, eventually failing miserably and hardening her heart. A sad tale, to be sure.
I'm glad the ammo situation has improved. Last year my brother-in-law, the retired police officer, had a devil of a time getting .38 Special ammo for his weapon qualification as a security guard. He had to get some shipped in from some friends in Michigan (!).
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Every kid had a stack about two feet high...
Yeah, two feet sounds about right.
Some people say I suck, others say I blow and they're both right. A little something I picked up a few days ago; time to see how easily the neighbors get annoyed.
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