Life always has interesting subjects.  That not only applies to stories, but people who commit themselves to create such stories.  Just one quick one to perk your interest. 

I worked contruction work right out of high school.  I had no other skills other than working on a farm.  So I worked in a radial arm saw shop with my dad and his side kick Shorty Henderson.  Shorty was a good man, but he had a hankering for ‘shine.  Him and his cousin Leedy could put down some of that water clear coma inducing liquid.  Smoooooooth was the word I would hear them say, describing the last batch.  Of course they still smelled of alcohol when they’d come to work.  And the stories they could tell with grins from ear to ear.

Our “shack” was the hold up point for the lunch crowd.  Most of them were a mix of carpenters and heavy equipment operators.  One operator I remember for telling the biggest tales you’d ever heard.  Some of them were the ones about snakes so big their head would be going into the woods on one side of the road as their tail came out of the woods on the opposite side of the road or deer with racks of horns they could only run fire lanes through the woods.

So, come on back when you get the time.  Maybe you’ll see something you haven’t read.  I’m sure I’ll have something to write about.