The Store

A good friend of mine got laid off today. Seems to be a lot of that goin' around. Stinks.

Another long day,
Another long line,
Business at,
The unemployment store,
Is doin' just fine.

There's nothing,
For everyone,
Looking to find,
A way to get out of,
That crummy old line.

Cross the street,
Across from that store,
Is a factory sign,
There's no work anymore.
Closed till further notice,
Closed till better times.

It's there I was told,
That day I was done.

We're shippin' your job overseas,
Gotta pretty good deal,
Got labor for nothin',
And a real cheap factory,
We're shippin' the American dream,
We're shippin' it overseas,
Labor for nothin',
And a real cheap factory.

Another long day,
Another long line,
Business at the unemployment store,
Is doin' just fine.

Aw Heck Wisconsin

Ah heck Wisconsin,
Is there a better place to be,
Pickled eggs and cheap tap beer,
And a polka just for me.
Love handles on the both of us,
The both of us agree,
A love night out at deer camp,
Is a damn right place to be.

So we'll do a bit,
Of our hop in the sack,
Then go have a drink,
On the porch out the back.
Hear the late night critters,
Serenade like they do,
It's a damn good deer camp,
For me and for you.
Listen to them critters,
Hold each other too,
We'll snore together,
Aw Heck.
In Wisconsin.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.**Maybe share some cheese curds about 1am. Don't that sound good!

The Big Hearted Guy from Chocolate City

It was my honor to finally meet and get to know our friend we know as Crusher. He'll have you call him Tom and ask your name, too. Friends do that.

So Tom, this is from your hundreds of Phine Prine Phriends to you buddy. Ride safe!



The Big hearted Guy from Chocolate City

The Big Hearted Guy,
From Chocolate City,
Where Nestles,
Employs all but him.
Goes to every John Prine concert,
Been a hundred or so of them.
He’s the official,
John Prine Historian,
The official,
Number one fan,
And as long as there’s this,
He will never miss,
A concert,
As long as he can.

The most recent years,
He’s been goin’,
Been a struggle,
He’s there just the same.
His great big heart,
Had a worn out part,
And he’s walkin’,
Around with a cane.
But he still has,
That smile,
So infectious,
Rosy cheeks,
And a big mop of hair.
Big heart,
Sweet just like chocolate,
A friend,
Who is medium rare.

Paul Harvey - Thank you Paul

With the passing of Paul Harvey, I wondered if his broadcasts were part of your life as they were mine. It's no doubt that I planned my drive to work and lunch time around Paul Harvey News and Commentary.

I first heard Paul back in my Army days in the late 1970s. We had a carload of FTAers (F.T.A. is something real close to Foul The Army) whose drive from the barracks to work included Paul's News. He chose news of interest, good and bad, sprinkled with commentary. I always likened it to a bunch of us sitting around a small town cafe listening to a farm-country radio station, somewhere next to cornfields, crows and cows.

Everybody's friend, all family. How many times throughout the years we heard him mention at broadcast's end, that he had a "date with an Angel". Of course, that was his wife Lynne, his Angel, who passed just this last year, too. He shared with us his pride of the accomplishments of Paul Jr., who penned much of the news and Rest of the story scripts.

Guess I thought he was like the favorite uncle who you always thought would be around.

The end-of-week-broadcasts always started with "Good morning Americans... it's Friday!" Always sounded good! And often that Friday broadcast would end with him saying he'd be at his beloved ranch named 'Revelry'. Guess Him and Angel are sittin' on the porch up there right now.

Thanks Paul.