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In Vietnam on Artillery Hill, was a BOQ about in the center.
That dealt me much misery on my Vietnam venture.
I really hated that BOQ on my stay on that big Hill,
As it seemed like I was a slave working at the BOQ’s will. Continue reading
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There are several honkytonk artists that were very good,
Who didn’t make real big times like they really should,
Singing raw honkytonk songs that cut you to the bone,
Making you want to drink beer and two step along.
You may not have heard of these artists I do love,
Pouring their honkytonk hearts in their songs, a cut above,
That always put me in that old honkytonking mood,
So listen carefully to see if you are moved by them too. Continue reading
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Over the years, Pam has shared the fine cooking art,
Of making sugar cookies from scratch from the start,
With her girls, their friends, and recently our grandchildren,
She had learned from her fine mother way back then. Continue reading
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Occasionally the Rhythm Aces got together for big fun,
To celebrate Aces clogging team success on the run,
After we won many trophies at the Silver Dollar City Park
At the National Clogging Competition by hitting the mark. Continue reading
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In 1975, nearly all our immediate family went to South Fork,
In Colorado for a summer vacation to play and work.
We built onto Dad’s cabin to make it larger that year,
And Pam’s Mom and Dad bought a cabin so very near. Continue reading
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I whipped out a few more bighead toons this summer,
Keeping cool sitting in my kitchen losing slumber.
Drawing very late at night right before I went to bed,
As those memories I turned into a toon with a bighead. Continue reading
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An old Bob Will’s song suggests Deep Water is a bad place,
When you drift on into it along your love life’s race.
But I found that Deep Water is a good place to be,
Stabilizing our run through life making it fun for you and me.
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Deep Water offers a big variety of advantages for sure,
As we travel through life on our individual grand tour.
Looking to fulfill our own special dreams along the way,
With as few ripples as possible while here on our stay. Continue reading
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Sometimes some of the “Misques And The Cuties” troop,
Got together to party down in our basement as a group.
We let our hair down a little, dancing and raising hell,
Listening to loud music with close friends as we did yell.
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I don’t have much recollection of my Onalaska trips,
As I was 1 and 2 years old when we played that script.
But in 1944 and 1945, when we visited our family there,
My mother took lots of old pictures, I will now share. Continue reading
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In June of 83 and 84, my brother Craig’s Family and mine,
Headed on up to South Fork, Colorado, to have a good time.
Craig and Rhonda’s Nicholas was just a baby on the trips,
So he barked a little now and then when he was upset. Continue reading