“The sea was angry that day, my friends–like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.”

I don’t watch it often, but I still thoroughly enjoy an episode of Seinfeld.  Probably the best written tv show of all time.  Just a mere mention of a line or two will illicit a response from anybody that ever saw a given episode of that tv program.  For instance, “Soup Nazi” took on a life of its own.

“I guess it comes down to a simple choice.  Get busy living or get busy dying.”

The Shawshank Redemption is just chock full of wicked good quotes.  There are lots and lots of movies that were well written but I will gladly put that script up against any of them.

“And the white line’s getting longer and the saddle’s getting cold.  I’m much too young to feel this damn old.  All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole.  I’m much too young to feel this damn old.”

No, this wasn’t Garth’s biggest hit, but it probably was his best.  So well written that people use lines from the song….and… the mere mention of Chris Ledoux catapulted that singer into a different plateau.  Yes, I could name other well written songs, but I like that one..ALOT.

Books—no, I mean HELL no.  We will not have any Bill Shakespeare listed here.  I loved to read books and a wide range of literature while growing up.  I read a complete set of World Book of Encyclopedia’s while setting on the throne during the early 80s.  Which explains why I am still good at trivial pursuit.  That Shakespeare crap is like Algebra II.  Very few people actually use it—high school English teachers and a few others.  Likewise, the only people that actually use algebra II are high school math teachers and a few rocket scientists.

If you want to tell me that the opening line– “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” is the best line of a literary work, I will not argue.  Dickens’ “A Tale of Two Cities” is such a good book that they haven’t even been able to make a huge movie out of it.

But, some well written works translated into perfect movies.  I distinctly remember my mom handing me a book 35 years ago.  The opening lines had me hooked…and then it got better.   ”

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

Decades later, I sat in a movie theater with my daughter.  I watched the first Lord of the Rings movie and remember thinking—“That dang director read the same book that I did.  That was just how I envisioned EVERYTHING!”

Of course, when dealing with written works, it would be hard to not have THE BIBLE as number 1.  No arguments from me.

Over the years, I have found it hard to sit down at a keyboard and hammer out some crap for here.  It is always easy to write when I am pissed, but that is when I should NOT hit the keyboard.  But, those blogs are what people hope to see.  Some of those blogs have caused me problems, but I owned them and dealt with the consequences.  And, it hasn’t all been bad.  Actually, for the most part, it has all been good.

But, what isn’t seen from the readers side of things, are the extremely well-written texts, emails and notes that come to us.  This little place on the world wide web has introduced us to new friends, customers and others that share “some” similarities.  I cringe when people comment about it.  Tammy, well, she shakes her head and says, “No, I don’t read the blog.  I live it.”

Sometimes, I write stuff on here that shouldn’t be here.  But, it kind of preserves some thoughts.  My thoughts.

I find it ironic that on the 13th day of June, I met some new people, loaded out a set of doe goats headed east to West Virginia and then I went and cracked a cold one.  I sat at the picnic table in the front yard with Tammy.  I actually uttered the words, “I kind of hate seeing a bunch of these does leaving.  There are a lot of years, brain cells and effort wrapped up in these rips.”  I am just glad that the majority of these rips are headed to good homes.  Here it is in writing, that I am getting a bit sentimental about doe goats.

I’m over it.  Normally, by the first of July, Duke and I work every goat on the place.

–worm with a mixture of Prohibit and Valbazen.

–give copper bolus

–dose of multi-min

–booster of calvary 9

–trim hooves—ONLY if needed.

Now, as I do chores and walk by a pen of yearling does, I realize that I  have to decide when to breed, when to kid and when to sell.

Basically, my mind has been like an angry sea.  I have simple choices to make.  I am dang sure older and feel it.  There is not a tale of two cities but I am a aware that some would just like me to crawl in a hole…and not a comfortable hole.  I am going to eventually end up in a hole and the good LORD willing, someone will read some words out of the best book.

Oh, I have a STRONG feeling that my pickup insurance will increase AGAIN.  This four letter word known as Duke………I’m at that point where momma taught me a lesson……If you can’t say anything good……..

Here’s to Dee Snider solo projects, helping others, working hard to win, being pissed at the next generation of  judges, good tunes and better tomorrows.