Paddle faster.... I hear banjo music.![]()
Oh Good Lord, there has only been a couple of times in my 59 years that I have had that thought. We gave our oldest son four acres across the road to build a house. Well, he put in for the rural garbage service that (maybe) comes once a week. They didn't deliver the roller container and after about a month, he asked me if we could go and get one from the headquarters. I told him to hop in the truck and off we went. Got to the town and went off into the backwoods as he was using his phone as a gps. We kept going and going....I mean way way back in the sticks. It got so there only a few scattered, very dilapidated trailers some with ratty looking fences, if you could call them that, around some of them. There were clothes draped about on the sorry looking fences and junk in the yards (these are scattered along a mile or so) and some very sorry looking people laying around the porches. I mean, I doubt if there were a whole set of teeth among the whole clan put together! I looked at the boy and said, "I swear I hear banjo's...paddle faster boy"!!! He started laughing but I noticed he had slipped his .40 cal. out and laid it in his lap. We got to the trash company place right after that and picked up the container. They gave him a month free for picking it up, seems somebody had forgotten to put the order in after he called to get one. I definitely drove faster going back through that area. Man, those trailers had pieces of siding missing and insulation hanging out...I mean it was bad. If somebody had stepped out in the road to stop me, I would have done a 180 and hauled butt the other way...or run over them, maybe! Being stranded there would be a bad nightmare. That was some of the sorriest looking collection of "people", I have ever seen. I don't scare easily, I was "scarret" that day.