The police officer got out of his car as the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. “I’ve been waiting for you all day,” the officer said.

The kid replied, “Yeah?  Well I got here just as fast as I could.”

When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.

I can say that this has never happened to me.  I did, however, have a run-in with a really crappy OSU campus turd of a kop last week.  I won the argument, but I still earned the right to donate some cash to the city of Stillwater.  Actually, when I think about it, this was WAY cheap compared to the stuff that they didn’t cite me for back in the early 90s.  

      I am aware that the readership on this blog site spikes greatly when I have one of my meltdowns or even if I just kind of go sideways a bit. Well, tonight isn’t the night.  I’ve had too good of a day.  Duke and I did chores this morning, then made our rounds.  Watered a greenhouse, stopped at a couple of banks, bought a cultivator then headed out to flip rocks.  I have been wrestling with the decision to go south to goat sales or keep my ass at home.  I decided to flip rocks in Oklahoma and see what we could find.  We didn’t flip very many rocks before I decided to stay home.  Sometimes, one just needs to remember where their roots are.  And I like flipping rocks.  

      So, we got home, did evening chores and then we voted to go fishing.   This is how the votes happen around here.  “Hey, you wanna go fishing?”  Him, in a very monotone voice–“Sure.”  Me–“Seriously?! Do You want to go or not?”   Favorite son–“Sure.  For real.  I wanna go fishing.”  Duke and I headed to Lake Vincent to test our luck.  It was a  nice evening, but the fish weren’t biting.  I did catch a decent bass, but that was it.  But all’s I need to catch is one; just one, to put me in a really good mood.  We then worked on a little driver’s ed and back-roaded home.  One thing about this kid, his heart rate stays pretty even-keeled.  

       You could bet a pile of cash on the derby or the big fight.  But the sure money is to bet that my favorite son and I will wet a line again in the very near future.  Speaking of favorites;  I got a video of my favorite daughter this past week.  She’s retarded.  She hiked up some mountains in California, just so she could bungee jump off of some bridge while wearing a GoPro camera.  The term dipshit comes to mind when I watch this video.  Of course, I’ve showed the video to numerous people.  

      It had been a decade plus since I had fished at Lake Vincent.  I used to skip school and go there back in the late 80s.  Catch some rays, a few fish and well, I think that I will stop there before I incriminate myself.  However, I remember catching crawdads late one night with my brother Jake.  We got back to Shattuck with a bucket of mudbugs and went to washing them.  Jake really wanted to eat one–right now.  So, he threw one in the microwave and cranked it up.  He ate it, but I wouldn’t recommend a microwaved crustacean for supper/breakfast.  

      Cheers to all!  Here’s to horseshoes and shamrocks for all.