...and the party never ends.
We went for a drive in Abilene, our '57 Chevy.
There's a guy who lives in our neck of the woods who makes music and tells wonderful stories. We saw him one Fourth of July, surrounded by college kids. The beer was flowing freely. We were the oldest people in a sea of kids having a grand time. They were very polite as they wove, stumbled, and tottered they way by us. "Scuse me ma'am." "Scuse me sir." They were loud but not obnoxious. They were rowdy but not rude. They were simply having fun. We enjoyed being in their midst almost as much as we enjoyed the music. They reminded us of ourselves at that age. It was refreshing.
Here, for your musical entertainment, is Robert Earl Keen, a Texas treasure.