I know I've talked alot about why we do what we do and how strange it is we do what we do. I've mentioned that we need some serious mental help and if the Pshrinks ever got their hands on us we'd be through. I'll probably keep mentioning it because it never fails to amaze me.
There was a point tonight when I just stopped and looked at our crew and shook my head. And not because they are a bad crew. They are just some of the strangest people I have ever met. And, of course, I'm including myself in that category.
After awhile, some things don't surprise me. But then I get complacent and someone will do or say something that just hits me completely sideways. And I'm not talking about the inmates, here. Just the staff. Sixty or seventy years ago we could have taken this show on the road as a traveling carnival and cleaned up. Grown men would have fainted.
I'm not naming any names or pointing any fingers. As I said, I'm just as strange as the next person. Well...... maybe the other next person. That guy's a weirdo. I'm so strange I surprise myself sometimes. Then I come to work and feel like Joe Normal. Some days it's like being in a chapter of "Fear and loathing in Las Vegas".
We're some odd folks.
I'm just saying........
Ramblings - *Cliff and I went to the Mayview Picnic today, using our largest tractor (the Oliver 1855) as transportation. They have a huge yearly tractor drive that u...
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