Musings

of a Silly Old Fart

This is a photograph of my Grand-Dad, and one of his front porch buddies, Bandit. Elmer here was my Texas Grandfather (my other Grandfather, Paul, lived and died in Colorado). I was lucky enough to have known both of my granddads well into my adulthood. When I use the term Silly Old Fart, it is as a term of endearment. These two were the very first S.O.F.'s I ever knew, and my models for what I am surely becoming. So this little section is meant as a vignette, a place for me to ramble on about stuff that probably nobody cares much about anyway. (Cough, cough, hack, ptui...)

Now for the Musings!!