This is real country and western folks as authentic as cowshit on your boots. Great bunch of guys and some great music. Get yourself a couple of longnecks and sit and listen a spell.
I got to thinking about my childhood the other day and came to the conclusion that we really did live way out in the sticks. You know you ain't living downtown when you consider the howling of the coyotes in the evening a significant source of local news.
I got my bike back from the shop yesterday, but now my phone company died. I was using Sunrocket, and they just decided to go under and dropped service to all their subscribers. Fortunately, I was smart enough to have a monthly contract rather than a yearly one, so I won't be out much money. Currently I have no phone though, and I have to go through the hassle of getting a new service.
I broke the chain on my bike this afternoon while I was out. Fortunately it happened just as I was passing the bike shop where I usually get my maintenance done. Unfortunately that place was five miles from where I live, and it was threatening rain. I did get a little wet on the way home, and I was too tired to go down to Stransky Park and see the Blues Messengers. They're playing in a couple weeks at the ZOO, so I'll get my fix then.