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The old tale of  Tortoise and Hare tells that falling asleep while doing a task is bad.

Jack the rabbit read it well, thought to himself, “the light this sheds is sad !”

No member of my global community is so lax, I’ll get that title back !

To that end he checked out the local Tortoise, Goggling on his computer for every fact.

He bought goggles and bomber cap from a site on the internet .

And while he was at it, found some sites and  placed a few side bets.

The odds were good, in the turtles favor.

The money Jack  knew he would soon savor !

Come race day the a crowd came out and the sun did shine.

The Tortoise was ready and Jackrabbit looked quite fine !

The race got started with a flurry and flash.

The rabbit was off  like a shot but Tortoise got hung up in desert trash.

Jack was far out in front and in sight of the finish line .

But Coyote spied the race, thinking Tortoise and Hare would taste just fine.

Coyote joined in the race with turtle the first one he caught just rounding the bend.

Tortoise pulled up shy  in his shell and, though Coyote knocked, would not let him come in.

So off  Coyote sped to catch his other pray but Jack saw him coming  and did not want to be Din Din.

As things often go the race was a bust and no body won.

Jack was diligent and did not sleep, so lived to have another son.

Tortoise, though he was slow, lived long and finally came out.

But Tortoise forgot what the race was about.

So when you hear another famous fable.

Just finish your spinach and clean up the crumbs before you leave the table.

So you may live long like Tortoise and Hare,

Though like Tortoise your mind may not be there.

And fast is good when you are fast as a bunny so you may outrun the danger.

Like Jackrabbit, you may have to change your course when chased by a stranger.

Lucky is as lucky does but no rabbit he !

Lucky sees future things that wishes do not fulfill and makes them happen just because …

He knows the rabbit was not so lucky that gave a foot so that you might be …

Hamster ways like hamster days are short stepped and burrowed with mini paws …

But believe or don’t,  the magic carried in his Shillelagh, makes no difference to him …

Shillelagh or no, making things happen is Lucky’s way …

Fury lil ball-o-fat forever treading mill is not  his whim …

For every time a C notes found forget the leprechaun, it’s Lucky’s day !

Few rewards are as fun as taking that first spin in you own car.

In my case it started out pretty quick to be “First series Chevy” trucks and through the years I have had seven that ran and this one will be my last I think.

Not because I wouldn’t want a thousand more but gas and the the roar of engines with a smell of burnt petroleum smokin from the tires is almost past to the status of legends.

Carburetors are tossed for EFI 350 V8 blocks or some such but give me that old stove bolt 6 that sounds like a well oiled sewing machine any day.

Gas that once was cheap even for a $0.75 an hour kid is hard to justify but I will until the dinosaurs give up the last drop I can afford just to feel the freedom of wind blowing through the cowl vent, windows down even in mid winter, the purr of early iron   and finicky gauges bopping with the bumps and Mr. Butterfield’s  ”East West”  drifting with the breeze around my head from cheap speakers and a shared drink stashed between me and my girl.

There are few finer feelings than nowhere particular to go, all day to get there in no particular hurry.

Keep um rollin!

“I was there once” I said to myself  and wondered who said that.

“I know there are deer just beyond those trees” I can smell them, it’s old hat.

I hear words like “no” and I know there is something I shouldn’t do but why, I do not know.

They smell delicious, I would share and the chase would be a wonderful thing so let’s go.

He is telling me something that sounds like I will regret it but I know I won’t.

There they are just a short sprint over easy ground but here it is again “Don’t!”

I like him even if he is a pill! Why he even roasts perfectly wondrous raw kill.

Oh now I’m going no matter what it is he’s trying to say.

Look at them all dancing with excitement, what wonderful prey!

I could run forever mile after mile but I’ll go back and let him see my happy smile.

Hey what’s this ? no “atta boy” or “good boy you” ?

I will never understand that attitude after such a wonderful chase, where they all almost flew!

OH I see … I didn’t catch one to bring back with me.

Next time I’ll not ask, just go and bring back a present then perhaps he’ll be much more pleasant.

Having fun is coloring outside the lines sometimes …

Having fun sometimes  is no color at all …

And sometimes fun is really, really small

My dog’s name is Wyatt.

He’s never too loud and mostly quiet.

He romps and plays on sunny days and even stormy weather.

He likes to chase anything that scats, especially if they look like cats or has a pretty feather.

But he does not know birdy fluff from cattail stuff and most times ends up looking pretty funny!

There was a time, now gone by for most of us, when you shared a bathroom without a fuss … And then one day along the way a landlord became magnanimous…
Now it seems so funny but think of the cost in money …
An outhouse you know is cheap and dug when it’s sunny.
To have the luxury of indoor plumbing at hand, not down the hall but in your room, how grand !
But some day you may come to rest in another land where sanitation is not the best and then you’ll understand !
You’ll forget the tailor and draper when out back you go to find alas there is no paper.
You will feel so sad, have to go in the woods like old Jake the trapper and you’ll  know just what you had.
That wonderful room with a crapper .

There was a storm in the sky all gray and blue and it matched your eyes when you said good bye …

Says ole Murph to she ” Good morrow here and after !”

Then sat the two to take some tea and share a little laughter …

You can be someone who goes through life making a jack-knife stick blade first into the dirt only to dull the point …
Or you can be the blade that uses the dirt to create life and makes it’s own sharp point  !

One day once upon a time, much like this very day , there lived in a place that was full of magic a very lucky boy …
His name was Very Lucky Boy and he was very happy. He had Very good friends and they were happy people also…
It so happened that people who didn’t live where the Lucky Boy lived were greedy and tried to take all the happiness away by destroying the economy of the Lucky people and making the things they believed in tarnish in the light of the sun…
It was so bad that one or two of the Lucky Boy’s favorite people started telling little white lies and trying to make up stories…
Lucky Boy saw this and it made him sad but before becoming bitter, Lucky Boy was even luckier and found some old friends he had not seen in many years who were still happy and did not believe in sad, unlucky things…
They came to lucky Boy and said great things that filled him with so much hope and happiness it drove the sad thoughts back to where they started and Lucky Boy was even happier than before…
He was so happy that even on a winter day he saw rainbows and blue skies…