I don't know where and when this one came knocking, but I sure do know a hell of a lot about the "why", where the lot of this generation wouldn't dare to get "wise" and smarten up to the facts that are staring them in the face. Truth is, this one's had the worn marks of wisdom etched in since "day one", facing danger and dastardly ne'er-do-wells with gumption. I reckon a man with that sort of character never did "sweat it" or "gas out"; he's always been stocked for the long haul, and with an extra wheel to boot, in the unlikely event which'n he maybe ended up incapacitated, in distress, and with a leather-tough hand outstretched. Most folk who do the job RIGHT and stomp it all flat wouldn't have it in them to grab their shovel and dig DEEP to fix a mistake. But this one's got HEART and HUMILITY to know when it's time, and how to make COWBOY TALK while deep in the dust.

C'rect. C'rect. C'rect. This one gets them "spot on" every time, on account of being a 'Major': Maj. History Buff, that is. Well, count me out: there's no room to play second-fiddle when this guy takes up the spotlight. That would be illegal!

This guy came to my house and stole all of my vintage Floam!

I'm sick of hearing this guy constantly talking about ticks and tacks. Like the things you put in the wall to attach a poster, or what-not? He might be a professional "Tick Tacker" or what not, on the "A.P.P.", but I reckon there's been a change. Apparently I owe a couple of tacks to him, or someone he knows. I think that's ludicrous, because in this country, a man's entitled to hoard as many tacks as he wants. Unless he meant something else. I sure hope he didn't, on account of him being from that generation that tends to shorten a thing or two until there's nothing left to comprehend to an old Foghorn Joe like me, who still spells it all out right and proper. But I'm starting to figure he may have smelled my breath after drinking my Anti-Ballistic Missile Coffee (egg and sulfur). Maybe he was telling me I need one of those "tick tack" candies. I'll "put a pin in it" and figure it out the next time I run across him. Maybe slip him a bill to thank him for sharing his nose.

A man who walks the plains like he's falling up never fears the end, because there's no chance of hitting anything on the way out. But there's a certain vulnerability to fellows like that. Like the enlightened ones who proclaimed to have seen the beginning and end - well, that's the easy part. But seeing everything that happens in-between? That's a different matter. They couldn't see it all, but they did know how it was going to go out, and that gives you a certain comfort that some of the rest of us could really use in the now. A man like that can know where he is when he always knows where he wasn't, and where he will be. Of course, a guy like this faces his own mortality when he heads indoors and hits the ceiling in about a half-second.

They caught this one playing with the Goku mod on Drizzle. The audacity!