BIG SKY IN OK.

"""KABOOM"""
That's what happened immediately after I took the shot of the big cloud, and it was within minutes later the sky became as violent as Zsa Zsa Gabor after a bad day at the hairdressers.
Just out of curiosity folks, does she actually have to be there when they do her hair?...I'm just sayin is all....I should really check into Zsa Zsa's status before I dis the poor woman. Perhaps she is no longer among the voluntarily, drawing breath crowd. In which cases I'll feel like an ass tomorrow.
Oh well, back to Gods day at the the great bowllarama in the sky.
From the sound emanating from the heavens it is my solemn belief that "The Big Guy" wasn't very happy about having to pick up that spare. I suppose that after creating the universe, a simple perfect game of ten pin should not be out the realms of possibility.
I have been told by the storm trackers, of whom, have found a viable income in what they refer to as, "A" "Personality" tourism, that the sky in my photo is the first signs of an oncoming tornado, and consequently their bread and butter.
Exciting way to remain out on the fringes of what is deemed normal, societal income generation, and still be able to afford your own beer. I personally give it a two thumbs up. Think of all the money they saved on frivolous junk, like tuition and an education. Grossly overrated.
Well we have started harvesting as you may have deduced, and these long hours in access at times of fourteen or more, are having a negative effect on my, not as young as I used to be body. But fear not guardians of the faith, I have not yet begun to fight. For mine is the pow.......geez, I think some one is in need of a little sleepy time. I'm still swinging at pitches however,and tomorrow is another day.

BY REMAINING STATIONARY
WE WILL IN FACT RECEDE
THE WORLD SIMPLY WONT WAIT

BOBOJOJO

The Waiting is The Hardest Part

Howdy again compadres.
The accumulated ass time I've been experiencing here is becoming old very quick.
Even from someone as genetically and predisposed to a life of Riley as myself. Who the hell was Riley, and why am I so envious of "The Life of Said Vagabond"?
Were we in fact related, or is this just wishful thinking on my part? I did have an uncle with whom my aunts claimed suffered from an extreme case of lazyassinitis, more often than not brought on by an acute form of hungoverassinitis. Damn the medical community and all their fancy terminology.
I don't recall however, my uncle ever complaining about his flareups with said affliction, as much as they seemed to annoy my aunts. Brave soul that he was I'm sure he preferred to suffer in silence. It is the way of our people.

Anyway back to Alva, OK. and my situation. God knows I'm sure you're all on the edge of your collective seats to garner any, and all things newsworthy from the continental bible belt. So here is what I have been able to ascertain thus far.

Firstly: God is still,if not alive, well and seems to enjoy the company of the Alvanians, (their word not mine) of Oklahoma. So much so that the town has dedicated an entire stretch of asphalt, (about six blocks worth), to the mutual adoration enjoyed by both parties. This stretch is appropriately refered to as Church Street, with the largest, and most prestigious real estate belonging to the Catholics. WOO...HOO...way to go team. This is not an easy task I'm sure given we are in a Baptist, Methodronian, (my word not theirs) landscape. I'm sure we just have a better booster club.

Second: Rodeo is the king of sports here. I'm not sure of the logistics of rodeoing,as it pertains to the getting to and from the rodeoing venues, having never tried to stuff a horse in my hockey bag, but I'm sure they have it figured out.

Thirdly: As with all farming communities, the pace of life is dictated almost solely by mother nature with her regards to the weather. When it rains we sit, and when we can work we run. All things being equal it is not a bad way to live. It is however somewhat troublesome to a self proclaimed, (and others I'm sure) control freak. Perseveer I must. There is light ahead, and I am drawn to my goals like a duck on a junebug. Unless of course I am come over by a sudden attack of lazyassinitis.

"TO MAKE AN APPLE PIE FROM SCRATCH
YOU MUST FIRST INVENT THE UNIVERSE"

CARL SAGAN

En Route to Alva, OK.

Howdy Ya'all
The great plains of the midwest are nothing if not for the people.
Genuine meat and taters kinda folk. I almost forgot how large the sky seems here.
As big as the heart of Texas, so it is said.

I did what I usually do when I get to a new place I've never been before, and that is to go directly to the pool rooms and pawn shops, to get a feel for the place.















You can tell so much about your surroundings just by seeing what the inhabitants of the place are willing to live without out.
Or at the very least be willing to sacrifice to the pawn gods in order to indulge other pleasures, vices, and or, necessities. It is also a prudent strategy for seeking out select items that may be of interest to you, and the general correlation between the pawned items and they're geographical, and economic biosphere. Allow to me elaborate.
Simply put , if your needs are musical in nature, then you visit the pawn shops of the states of Nevada, or New Jersey. Musicians are notorious for their inability to drive off their demons of choice. Whatever the vice or desire, the insatiable thirst will be quenched. Sadly, in the case of musicians it is the very thing that allows them to earn a living.. (I.E. their instruments) ... that are the first to go.
With this small tidbit of knowledge, the availability of bargain basement merchandise is endless. Simply match your needs to the environment were there may be an abundance of said products, and Voilla, Presto, Abbara Cadda Dabbara, the world becomes your second hand oyster. But I'm sure you already knew this.
Sad as it may seem though amigos,I have no use for a tractor.

Anywho ..... my time has come to an end, and the Oklahoma night life is calling my name, and i hear these Okies are wicked wild.
So to all my amigos in the U.S.of A...... keep the rubber on the road
And to my friends in my motherland...the cool blue north.....keep your stick on the ice.
E tu me amigos en Mexico... chingero le carretera....Luego cabrones