309

It should be a while before I see doctor Death
So, it would sure would be nice if I could get my breath
Well, I'm not the cryin', nor the whinin' kind
'til I hear the whistle of the 309, of the 309, of the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Take me to the depot, put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my gnarly ol' head
Everybody take a look, see, I'm doin' fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard
Draw my bath water, sweep my yard
Give a drink of my wine to my jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hoot-and-nail for my journey now
On the 309, on the 309

I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and I'm gone again
Hitman, take me higher than a Georgia pine
Stand back children, it's the 309
It's the 309, it's the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn
Ain't felt this good since Jubilee morn'
Talk about luck, well, I got mine
Asthma comin' down like the 309
*haaaaaaaa.....*

Write me a letter, sing me a song
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Gonna get outta here on the 309

Hey ya'll and all that stuff

So I'm sitting here in a coffee shop over at the beach and there are all these folks from Georgia here for the game tomorrow -- Florida vs. Georgia in Jacksonville for those not in the know.

Anyway, it's been 11 years since I lived in Georgia and seeing so many of these people together in one location is a lot like going back in time. There's this rich, refined southern accent in the air that I'm not used to any more and I've just realized that I sort of miss it. *Sort of* -- Not enough to ever move back but just enough to appreciate my roots. The few people I've talked to have asked me where I'm from and when I reply "Georgia" they act surprised. I guess I've lost my accent and seeing as Floridians don't have an accent to speak of I'm sitting here wondering who do I sound like now?

Oh well, after a few drinks and a couple of hours of chatting with these folks I'm sure I'll pick some of it back for for a while at least.

Sunday we fly down to Ft. Lauderdale to see Babs. We're going to the Monday night show and I'm getting really excited. I forgot to purposely didn't bring a "nice shirt" or slacks so I'm going to have to find some little something to wear to the show. Dammit ;-) I don't do Tommy Bahamas so shopping around here is out of the question. What does one wear to a Barbara Streisand concert I wonder.

Anyhoo, hope everyone has a great weekend and GO GATORS!

Grab a shovel and a Rosary

The Blog graveyard is filling up and there ain't a damn thing we can do about it. I'd send cyber flowers with a lovely card but that doesn't seem appropriate. When someone makes the decision to axe their blog we have to respect it. We don't have to like it but we gotta respect it.



Sangrocito: Razing Borders and Sangrocito's World: Your adventures and insite inspired and awed me. I wish you the very best from the bottom of my heart.

Soup du Jour of the Day: At least I sleep beside you every night so I know all your secrets. At least I better know all your secrets.

The Dangerous Man and his RL love Danger Mouse: The cutest couple in the UK. I wish you both all the love; joy; and tenderness in the world. May your relationship always be blessed.

Petunia McGillicuddy: Petunia who can turn the world on with her smile, wherever you are I hope you're happy, healthy, and loved.

Gran's on Bran: May life bring you everything rich in love, health, and happiness. You deserve it.

Gay Mad Housewife: You vanished long ago but your sharp-as-a-knife humor lingers forever. Best of luck where ever you are.

ThatMattGuy: Young, cute, smart, funny and MIA. Whatever you're doing I hope it's fun.

Neurotic Gay Teen: Relish in your youth; wisdom; and talents. There are many of us rooting for you. Take care.

Beer Notes: Poetry. Experience. Humor. Passion. It's all being directed to a new life. Thomas, I hope you're well and living large.

Godspeed, Doris

Parting is such sweet sorrow. An inspiration; humorist; kind-hearted; talented; helluva fine woman has said goodbye to the blogging world. Doris, you'll be sorely missed.

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