You can yell out the car window "I bet it's wet" and you'll likely be right.
Might even get a smile from some.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Valsdad: Thanks so much for the Mose Allison Sings thread. Jazz pianists from Tippo Mississippi in Tallahatchie County. My mother’s people were from that area and I spent much of my childhood on a farm on Tippo Bayou out from Phillip, now a Federal Wildlife Preserve. I very much enjoyed this. My first job as an elementary principal was at Drew and the guards kids at Parchman Farm attended school at Drew. I hunted with a lot of the guards and my brothers worked there a short while. Mose was inducted into Mississippi Hall of Fame for Musicians a while back. Only one writer from Tippo, can’t recall his name, but wrote an obscure novel called “Butcher Bird” during the depression. Stories and songs spring from the earth here. Ruben Grady Davis is the author.
That one didn't make my bicycling play list, but this one did.
And therein lies a major problem with bicyclists. Plugged into tunes so that can't hear what's going on around them. Takes down their situational awareness exponentially. I'm mean, how the heck are they going to hear you honking at them?
That one didn't make my bicycling play list, but this one did.
And therein lies a major problem with bicyclists. Plugged into tunes so that can't hear what's going on around them. Takes down their situational awareness exponentially. I'm mean, how the heck are they going to hear you honking at them?
No buds for me. It's that little Buckshot speaker beneath the handlebars.