Dusty country roads
Run for miles and miles
When I was growing up
I was all smiles
When I saw the rooster tail
Of dust plume up behind.
I dreamt it hid us
From a chasing car
Blinding them from seeing us.
Games my mind could imagine
Of being chased was a plus
Not much else to do in an evening
‘Cept slap at skeeters and yellow flies
Living on that dusty road.
About JimR, Chaplain
I'm a 74-year-old guy, in October 2024, who worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 years and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, the Health Benefits Department, Billing, and the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy in mid-summer 2019. Then in 2024, I traded to an HD FreeWheeler FLRT. I've already ridden the new one a thousand miles in 6 weeks. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister in 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
I remember them well.
Trouble is, they’re all now paved. Or is it a good thing.