Well, Tippins is closed, huh...ain't that a sign of the end times?
Bud, speaking of "Nixey", me and JVG had a tune a few years back, an instru-mental to be exact, called "The Nixey Blues". I'll have to dust it off and bring it back. It wudn't bad. My Ozarkian anscestors were fond of calling Sedalia; "Sedaily", and Tulsa, "Tulsy". You do know who you're dealing with when that particular accent and vernacular grace your tympanic membrane. As for Hurley, I have spent many hours 'sploring the blacktops and gravel roads in the greater Hurley metroplex, and they are very nice for mid-speed driving and thinking.
At this point I will issue my customary pre-emptive "Nausea Warning", as the debacles known as the "political conventions" begin. Just my opinion. As for myself, I'm a radical de-centrist, hoping to bring down the man and his system through apathy...as if I cared.

more later, be good.

OK, so there is one less thing on my to do list.  Immediately following my last post, I decided to take a short virtual trip over to Tippin's and check out the menu.  "Sorry.  Tippin's is closed for business.  Thanks, Kansas City, for 24 great years"  This is a said state of affairs, my friends.  And why, you might ask, would a fine establishment such as this be closing?  We live in a society full of hucksters, some of whom have persuaded a large segment of the population into believing that carbohydrates are our enemy.  So, we have gone out of our way to avoid the enemy and, in some cases, even destroy it.  Sad to say, but you just ain't gonna have pie without a heapin' helpin' of carbs.  At least not a pie that's fit for human consumption.  And if you happen to be a purveyor of fine pies, it's probably a safe bet that you don't need to worry about printin' up any calendars for next year.  Well, I could go off on a very large rant here, but I won't.  Suffice it to say that I'm not nearly as concerned about whales as I am about those heavenly, carb-laden delicacies that are the perfect compliment to a hot cup of fresh coffee.  SAVE THE PIES!
 
Be happy and careful, but eat some carbs 

10-4, Roger D, there good buddy.  I'd be happy to whup a call on ole Dave.  Bless his heart, that relocatin's a sure nuff bear sometimes.  Especially when the roots is dug in real well.  You can make direct contact with yours truly through the e-mail address over in the settings area behind this here curtain, so to speak.  Nextly, Tippins.  Now, I don't think I'll have time this Friday to do a search and destroy on their pie, but I will be traveling through (this wearisome land) the greater KC area.  Picking up my son from your basic MCI or KCI, then a quick stop in Lee's Summit before heading on to Columbia (the MU one, not the drug one).  I do believe I have heard of Tippins though.  I'll have to put that on my to-do list. 
 
Yesterday, I was starting out on my bike ride and was taking my usual route through one of our local parks.  I cross a small bridge to get from one side of the crick to the other.  This time, there were a couple of gents on the bridge looking down into the water.  I slowed down and asked, in jest, if they had seen any keepers.  The older fellow said "Well, let me ast ya a question."  That was the beginning of a 20 minute conversation, primarily him talking and me listening.  He allowed as how he didn't know much about "this country", meaning the Neosho area.  Of course,  I had to "ast" where he was from.  "Hurley, but you probably never heered o' that".  Well, I had, because I used to live not to far from there.  The balance of the conversation pretty much revolved around the decimation of the Ozarks by the formidable evil known as Progress.  Cities expanding, folks movin' in, farms disappearing and so on.  He proceeded to tell me about his brother's place over by "Nixey".  Well, folks, right there I dang near had an out of body experience.  I'm not real sure what he had to say about his brother's place, because I got sucked right into the middle of the only verse I believe has ever been penned with that word, or name, in it.  Now, at this point, I am going to apologize to DW for being aged and having a feeble mind, which is basically my way of saying I can't precisely recall the words, and I didn't have time this morning to grab the CD, but I believe she goes something like this: "Got a gal in Nixey, not everybody knows.....".  Heck, that might not even be close.  The point is, this ole boy that was doin' the talkin' was the real McCoy, the genuine article.  And I was wholly struck by the fact that someone's music had made a connection to that genuineness.  That's what good music does:  it connects.  Sometimes it connects to some-THING, sometimes it connects the head to the heart to the spirit.  But it connects.  Probably not much of it does, but the good stuff does.  And I am glad to say that I have had the opportunity to know some of the good stuff.  Well, the Hurley man finished his tale of encroaching civilization and goat farming and I excused myself to finish my ride.  Off I went humming the good stuff.  That's the way life goes.  That's the way life goes.
 
Dave - your phone's ringing.
 
Be happy and careful

Back in The 4. Bud, please send me your particulars as per ways of making contact with you vis-a-vis setting up some kind of shindig at Wilson's new shack, or just call him and tell him to shake a leg because this is official RGNC bidness. As for the question re: "cobbler", yes, I would allow cobbler to be considered as a variety of pie. What say ye, Distefano? I actually find the thicker crust of cobbler to be a nice change of pace. I do like the blackberry cobbler. Has anyone else been to a small chain of eating establishmentsin the KC area called "Tippins"? Now that I am back, I have to take the time to go there for some real-good pie, especially the Boysenberry if its in season. The Boysenbery is like a combination of Blackberyy and Raspberry with a hint of mint to it.
 
More later, be good.