This new Blogger thing is weird. I don't know if I can get into this. The Blog ain't the same. In an inside joke, I started calling myself the Appalachianist. Now, I'm Hill Billy Rave...The original name of the blog from another inside joke. Inside jokes catch up to you sooner or later. But, what would life be without them?And that old picture of me, the about me...Gone. So, I have to decide, am I going to do this or not? I made a great deal of friends through this. Great people, salt of the earth folks. But, blogging is an awkward affair.
There ain't no place I'd rather be than home right now. I miss the place. It won't be much longer. I intend for this to be the last trip to the desert. I've got allot of mixed feelings about the whole thing. Right now, I look forward to green grass and hearing the leaves rustle in the wind. I look forward to seeing little kids play and looking into the eyes of dogs. I long to hear the katydids.
It says that I have 15 followers. A good part of which I've never seen before. If that's you, thanks.
Time for another inside joke...
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