Drifting thoughts of a snowflake

Friday, June 11, 2004


I work at company that’s been around since the 70’s. Many of the employees have worked here over 30 years. This morning when I walked into the break room to get my first cup of coffee, I ran into Joe.

Joe’s definitely and old-timer around here. My guess is he’s about 76 years old. This morning he’s sitting at a table reading the paper in his wranglers, with his belt that displays his name, and his pointy boots. I tell him “’Morning”, to which he replies, “Hidy!” – you know the cousin to Howdy.

Sigh. I love Texas. I love old men.

This might be the most frightening post I’ve ever written.

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