Well, I think I’m glad I’m not in West Texas today. Sounds like the weather is terrible with ice and snow and wind, course if I was there we’d make it a good day. I spect I’d spend a lot of the day in a coffee shop shoot’n the bull with the guys. I’m positive we could solve most the countries problems if someone would just listen to us. If Radical happened there, he and I could go a round or two over whether or not everything was the democrats fault or the republicans. Course I’d win, I always did. 
After take’n in all the coffee and second hand smoke I could handle I’d end up at the gin office. Most likely a few of the farmers would show up for more coffee, and to increase the likelihood of lung cancer for themselves and me. There’s a good probability a nice game of Moon would break out, or now a day’s maybe it would be Hold’em. Come lunch time we’d all end up at the same hole-in the-wall café where one or two of the guys would treat the rest of us to a nice cigarette between the salad and meal. After leaving the eating establishment with a refill of Coke in hand, we’d head back to the office to kill the afternoon the same way we had knocked off the morning.
Sounds lovely doesn’t it? Well to tell you the truth is was. I could still enjoy those days, and it might even be more fun now than it was eleven years ago. I know a few of the guys have stopped smoking. That’s a plus. If we were playing Moon, Sheep Dip wouldn’t hang around long. He hates dominoes. Says he’d rather watch paint dry. Cuervo would do a lot of laughing as he applied another hickey to someone. (Calm down now, hickey is a Moon term that has no relation to what you just thought.)Grande Patron would keep score. He was the official score keeper no matter the game. Moon or Golf, he’s the man with the pencil. …Come to think of though Cuervo did keep score when we played Moon. I seem to remember how much he enjoyed adding up the burrito’s he’d collected. Now that I think about it that laugh of his always did have undertones of mocking delight. That dog!
Well, I didn’t set down to write what I just wrote. I had intended to tell you about a bad weather day when I was in High School, but I guess I’ll save that one for another day. Now that I’ve sat here and thought about what’s most likely go’n on back home I wish I was in the ice, rain and wind of West Texas. I’d think the weather was miserable, I’d wish my second hand smoke head ache would go away, and I’d be hoping some liver lilied sap sucker didn’t come into the office expecting me do something for him. Bad weather days are just that, they are days to kill with good friends, not days to work for some inconsiderate so-n-so who thinks he has to have something that I think he could live without, especially if what they wanted involved being outside. LOL. Sorry to say friends, that was me back in the day. I spect that’s why they called me Little Caesar.
Till next time,
Grump