It’s June 1st already. Somebody stole the gas can off the porch last night. Even in small towns now I guess, eh? I remember living in East Nashville and while fixing the gutter on the the back of the roof of my girlfriend’s house, well, I took the old one off, and that was gone in the morning. Every thing that wasn’t nailed down there was gone. So off to Wal-mart to buy a new gas-can (god bless the dude or lady who invented/designed the new gas can spouts, how I love spilling gas on my clothes and shoes every time I use it; if you can, don’t use the spout and pour the gas into a funnel.)
Had a family gathering last night in Marcus, at Galen’s house, Bill Packer’s daughter, I plugged in my PA system and played guitar for an hour or two, got the looper looping, picked away for awhile.