Monthly Archives: September 2011

I got a question I been ponderin for some time now: Why do the County Island people sometimes toss their own stall-beddin up into the trees? I know – it sounds like nonsense, don’t it? But they do. And they … Continue reading →

I done made up a song about when I first came to live on the County Island for y’all, incorporatin my new vocabulary word, which I overheard the bucket gal say, called “hotel,” which is another way to say a … Continue reading →

Since I’m still standin around here on the County Island bein hot in the hot time and ain’t got much else to do, I thought maybe y’all would like to play a game with me that don’t involve trottin in … Continue reading →

On the ranch, there’s a lot of bull to go around, between all the actual bulls, plus all the braggin and boastin that goes on among the ranch hands and cowboys, which is also called bull, I guess because when … Continue reading →