Snow in May?

Snow yesterday - I think I am going to have to move down off this mountain. Living at 7200 feet is great in the summer,not so much now. We built a huge snowman, snowfort and a small replica of the North Pole in our back yard -- not really but it did snow. I love snow but not in May.

Mothers Day

Thank God for Mom’s – I had a great one. And my wife, (I might be a little prejudice here, is the greatest mom anywhere) just ask our four great kids. Me I just wander around through life and she keeps me on some sort of a course. To mothers everywhere this old cowboy salutes you—good job.

Me and the NFL Draft

Well the NFL Draft is over for another year. Another year of me setting by the phone waiting for the call so that I can get my NFL career going, but once again, no call.
My last year of playing college football was--now let me think about it for a few minutes--was -- 42 years ago. Do you think they are not going to call?

Spring and Root Beer

The tall stranger bellied up to the counter and watched as the patrons lowered their heads and shuffled away. A wry smile turned the corners of his mouth into his drooping mustache. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a weathered dollar bill, unfolded it and placed it on the counter. He didn’t have to say a word—they all knew and they all watched.

The bar-keep reached slowly, after first making eye contact he couldn’t hold, under the counter and pulled out a clean mug, filled it, and carefully sat the still foaming mug in front of the tall stranger with the big thirst. Then he turned again reaching low, a glint of metal showed in his right hand. His hand came up quickly, but not too fast and placed a large scoop of vanilla ice cream into the glass.

The stranger nodded, pulled the paper end from his straw and shot the barkeep with the paper in the center of his chest. The patrons fell silent and moved farther from the action as the tall stranger took a long cool drink. Man-oh-man how the stranger loved the first Monday of spring—Root Beer floats, only a buck every Monday until June 1st.

Five minutes later it was all over, as fast as it had started. The glass was empty, the stranger smiled and wiped the dripping root beer flavored ice cream from his mustache with the back of his straw paper shooting hand. He stepped back as the other patrons held their breath—what would happen next.

He turned walked three steps, pushed open the glass door and walked once again into the stifling mid-day heat. Inside the patrons let out a collective sigh and ordered floats all around.

Daylight Savings Time

Well guess what? Its daylight savings time again. I lost an hour of sleep and I can feel it. I know so many people who say they love the daylight and look forward to the change each year. Not me, I say if you want more day light get up earlier, something else I will not do. Only four things that I can think of for needing more daylight:
1. The government wants it
2. Golfers like it
3. Darkness is bad
4. Old guys have something to grumble about
Hey—three of those reasons aren’t bad.

Birthday

Snowed on my birthday. I had hoped for sunshine for a sunny guy like me.

My 5 Minutes of Fame

Can’t believe the Olympics are over and I am once again watching American Idol. Every year I say I will not watch and then I do. Next year they have asked me to be a guest judge but I needed to turn them down because fame does not become me. It could have been my big break but I decided to wait a few more years for my big break. Maybe I will judge Ice dancing in the next winter games.