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In a post submitted last night, we sent out a hello to Mr. Bud Lane in Neosho, Mo. on behalf of the RGNC. One problem; I typed "Bud Crane", not "Bud Lane". MY SINCERE APOLOGIES. As you may know, in blogdom you are able re-edit your posts to eliminate misstayks, which is what I , intrepid blogbilly that I am, have done. So, I officially resubmit our hello to Mr. Bud Lane.
Who is "Bud Crane", you may be asking? Well, the honest answer would be, "don't know". But ask our fiddle/mando player David Williams, and he'll tell you that I have some problems with names from time to time. That makes me remember when I was a kid and my mom would get so mad that she would actually forget my name at times, referring to me as "Matt, Cindy,...whoever you are", so forth and so on. How could you get so mad at a kid that you forget who he is and call him by his sister's name? And yet, it happened. Which kind of opens up a new topic of things your parents may have said to try and scare you into behaving, of which I will offer two.
1. Whenever we were on a trip in the car, trouble would always decide to come along. So my dad would reach the point where he had had enough and he would say, a."Don't make me stop this car" and b."I'm going to turn this car around right now and go home/I can't take you kids anywhere".
2. Whenever we would start crying, my dad would say, "Stop it right now, or I'll give you something to cry about". I truly did not understand this one. After all, wasn't I already crying? Therefore, would you not consider that maybe in all the accumulated wisdom of my 7 years that I had perhaps decided I indeed did have "something to cry about"? But you have to keep in mind that my dad was pretty mild mannered. So for him to even get to the point of saying stuff like this we must have really been driving him crazy.
back to the grind, be good.
In a post submitted last night, we sent out a hello to Mr. Bud Lane in Neosho, Mo. on behalf of the RGNC. One problem; I typed "Bud Crane", not "Bud Lane". MY SINCERE APOLOGIES. As you may know, in blogdom you are able re-edit your posts to eliminate misstayks, which is what I , intrepid blogbilly that I am, have done. So, I officially resubmit our hello to Mr. Bud Lane.
Who is "Bud Crane", you may be asking? Well, the honest answer would be, "don't know". But ask our fiddle/mando player David Williams, and he'll tell you that I have some problems with names from time to time. That makes me remember when I was a kid and my mom would get so mad that she would actually forget my name at times, referring to me as "Matt, Cindy,...whoever you are", so forth and so on. How could you get so mad at a kid that you forget who he is and call him by his sister's name? And yet, it happened. Which kind of opens up a new topic of things your parents may have said to try and scare you into behaving, of which I will offer two.
1. Whenever we were on a trip in the car, trouble would always decide to come along. So my dad would reach the point where he had had enough and he would say, a."Don't make me stop this car" and b."I'm going to turn this car around right now and go home/I can't take you kids anywhere".
2. Whenever we would start crying, my dad would say, "Stop it right now, or I'll give you something to cry about". I truly did not understand this one. After all, wasn't I already crying? Therefore, would you not consider that maybe in all the accumulated wisdom of my 7 years that I had perhaps decided I indeed did have "something to cry about"? But you have to keep in mind that my dad was pretty mild mannered. So for him to even get to the point of saying stuff like this we must have really been driving him crazy.
back to the grind, be good.
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