Out of the Mouth

TRIPPIN' THURSDAYS
THE RV LIFE PART TWO

Our neighbors at the RV Ranch run the gamut of personalities from timid to tenacious, ages fifty to ninety-five, active to sedentary. We might not choose each other as friends if in a different setting. In

Posing

fact, not everyone at the Ranch becomes a friend or even an acquaintance. Maybe because I'm a writer, I thoroughly enjoy mingling with all types of characters...er, people.

In the late afternoons, we gather around the fire telling stories and getting to know one another all over again each winter. We call it happy hour because of the social fun and not necessarily what we drink.

Our oldest happy hour person

So pull up a chair, grab your drink of choice be it water, coconut juice, or beer and eavesdrop on what I've heard over the last week.

It’s my way or the Nazi way.

I only buy one pot pie at a time. Don’t know if I’ll be around long enough to eat another one.

He got five quail with one shot.

Slow down. The speed limit’s five.

Be careful in the wood pile. A scorpion got me in the knee yesterday.

This poodle is the best duck retriever around.

Don’t go four wheelin’ with Edna. She’ll get you killed.

See that blood by the chair? That was the biggest damned rattle snake I’ve ever seen.

Did you hear the coyotes this morning?

He divorced his wife because he didn’t want to be married to a grandmother.

Leaves rained down. Did you see the size of that hawk? I think he was after that dove.