“It all points to a man with a dream, a strange one but a dream nonetheless”

Y’all should get over to the Mothership BBQ, as Knuck looks very cute today–eyes a sparklin’, scruff a growin’, register a ringin’.  Plus, look at the nice review he got in the Tennessean.

Everyone I had lunch with–Huck, John H., Sean Brainsted… Branstead… something, Newscoma, the Rodent Queen, the two folks at the other table–all also looked very cute today.

I really wish I had a pick-up truck.  Or a semi truck.  God, that would use a lot of gas, but how awesome would it be to drive a semi truck cab around town?

4 thoughts on ““It all points to a man with a dream, a strange one but a dream nonetheless”

  1. Newscoma, it was good to see you, too.Sarcastro, I’ll say. I only wish I had not only a truck, but a jackhammer in the back of it!

  2. always a pleasure to be around such august company…I"m not sure about my level of cuteness, but I was certainly in the company of attractive and fun peeps.Always good to see ya, B. I look forward to the day when I’m cruising on I-40 with a semi looming in my rear-view, and then realize I’m beeing zoomed by Aunt B!

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