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Randy Stephens
OK, OK!!! Things are very quiet here. I guess that happens after Shock and Awe.
It was said once long ago, "All Things In Moderation." As you know I've never been very good at that even though it is good advice.
Guess I just have too much Cave Man Stuff flowing in my veins. I still get in peoples faces, cuss them out and invite them outside for fist fighting, knife fighting or gun fighting. I just get mad all over and tell them ,"OK, let's go to the parking lot and I'll either whip you ass, cut you up or shoot you. You chose!" Dam all that Cave Man Stuff and all that Texas Hot Blood racing through my veins and all that High Plains High School Fighting. Mix all that with a little Bud Light and moderation flies out the window faster than the Texas West Wind. Self said I couldn't even blame it on him. Sometimes I'm just a bad, bad boy but down deep I'm a real good man. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Hope ya'll aren't scared now. BOO! it's Halloween!
I would promise to watch my tongue but tongue rules in my family. You should have heard Granddad Stephens, or maybe not. Even when he was seventy years old he cussed out and called out a twenty year old and got his ass kicked. Hey I'm not far from that now. But I can say to all who read my tackles shit, sorry and your old classmate will try to do better in the future even when I'm down in Mississippi and up to no good like I am now.
Hey whether you believe all that or not doesn't matter just, please, keep talking to each other. I know everyone has their own life now but I also know that your life is predicated on our lives together back when. Where would you be now without that? Hey, Dickens pulled my hair at the dance, so what, I pissed on the football on a wet day at practice hoping he would fumble or at least lick his fingers. Sorry Jerry. We all had a good thing going back in the day. We grew up together. Learned together. laughed together. Cried together. Fought together. Loved together. Stressed together. Drank together. Drug dip together. Hated Pollard together. Played together. Smoked together. Skinny Dipped together. Double dated together. Drank aspirin Coke together. Matured together. Made mistakes together. Got mad together. Experimented stuff together. Succeeded together. Failed together. Held hands, danced, sang, shouted, walked, ran, whispered, wondered, speculated, fussed and made up and grew up together. Hey we are all who we are because we were together back when fussing and fighting, loving and crying. Growing up together. What if you had grown up in New York City. Who would you be now? We are who we are now partly because of who we were together back then.
Sense I'm preaching I'll close with this, everything in this world is connected. Everything effects everything else. We have and still are effecting each other in a very unique and special way. Don't forget that. Don't turn your back on that. Embrace it, respect it, thank God for it, never forget it and now make the time to continue to connect to it. It's all part of all of us. That's why I want to here from all of you. The good stuff, the bad stuff, the mundane stuff, the every day daily stuff, any stuff. I don't care what stuff. I just care about ALL YA'LL. YA'LL HAVE BEEN AND ARE NOW, VERY MUCH, A CONTINUING PART OF ME, A SPECIAL PART OF ME and I hope I am of you. At least that's how I see it.
THE CLASS OF 70 ROCKS!!!
"Down The Road, Down The Road...................Down, Down, Down, Down That Road"
Randall
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