Well, we finally had our celeration welcoming in th new year of 2002 last night. I live in a very small town in southeast corner of the Texas panhandle. In fact we are so small we had to go up to Amarillo to buy a horse so we could become a " One Horse Town".
Our celebration started when Elmer Caddoo counted down the last secounds on his Timex. When the hand hit twelve all heck broke loose!
Sam Dungman lit two sparklers that were hold overs from last July. ( Couldn't
light'em then cause of the draught.) One worked and looked real pretty but the other one had been dropped in a can of gasoline and just exploded. Started a stampede of the sand crickets. wasn't no biggy though, they only trampled two cattapillars and a cockroach to death.
Bertha Mae grabbed the town batchelor, Wilkie Sooter had planted one on him that would have vacumned a five room trailerhouse. I swear I saw Curley blow a kiss at Eldamira my best milk cow. Guess I'm gonna hafta keep an eye on Curley.
Anyway after all the hoop-lah and such, we got down to the singing of the National Anthem. We picked Miss Trudy the school teacher to do that because she knew all the words. The rest of us faked like we knew them , hummed along or slapped our leg with the rythmn. The came the invocation. We don't have a preacher in our town so we picked ol' Ed to do it. He just sits around most of the time and talks and thinks about dyin', so we thought he could do it. It didn't work though, halfway through the prayer he started rambling on to God about some aches he had last Thursday and Elmer and Sam had to drag him off stage. We don't really have any poloticians either , but we got Booger Skeets our postal clerk to say a few worlds because he looked kind of official in his Postal Uniform. He gave a good one. He talked about how it was nice that we had built a new community outhouse downtown even though he thought it was a little overboard with the taxpayers money to put in that automatic tissue dispenser. And he showed his appreciation for us chaining up our dogs when he delivered the mail.
Well, that was about it. Everyone seemed to have a good time. We all left, that is all but Ol'Ed that was still standing there telling a mesquite bush about his bad sacorilliac, whatever that is. Boy! Ol' Ed's eyesight is just getting worse and worse. coarse those two quarts of Texas Dew didn't help either. Well, anyway I left him there talking , but I did take the keys to his tractor.
I sure hope you all had just as gooda one.
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