A Fist-full of Good, Bad and Ugly

Tales get taller in the telling

An old timer sits at the bar...

Didn’t see me here did you? I been on this bar stool so many years I’ve just started to blend in. That’s the way it goes in these towns. You go about your business, live a little and one day you find you are old without much to show for it. That describes most of us around these parts. Every once in a while, though, some folks shake things up like a crate of chickens in the back of a buggy and the rest of us get to go along for the ride. I remember a strange lot of fellers did that very thing some years ago. Get me a whiskey and sit for a spell. I’ll tell you how it all started…

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