So maybe I am a good old boy

   I've been called many things in my life, some complimentary, some dramatically less so. A reader who didn't like the Danica Patrick column I wrote in this morning's Charlotte Observer called me something I have never before been called. He called me a good old boy.

   Man, I am thrilled. I'm not worthy. But I am thrilled. I would love to be a good old boy.

   There I am on the twisting mountain road with Junior Johnson, running from the revenuers. He asks me to drive..

   There I am catching fish and cleaning them and liking it. There I am building an addition to the house, putting a new engine in the car, calling a woman "ma'am" and meaning it.

   There is hope. I'm not big on country music, but I kept hearing a song on the drive to Daytona Beach about a woman who wants to call a guy at about 1 a.m. because she misses him so badly. It was kind of country, and I could listen to practically the whole thing without changing the station. And I respect Waylon and I respect Willie and grew up with Fords and I wear jeans almost every day.

   So maybe I am a good old boy. When I received the good old boy email, however, I had my right hand wrapped around a non-fat latte. So maybe I'm not.

   But, ma'am, I can dream.

Comments

[Cedar Posts]

Good Ole Boy

That would be Lady Antebellum "Need You Now"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB7T3lJ3dZ4

Being a closet country boy since I just can't see myself giving up my Lexus for a Ford F-150.

Yet

[Khost]

Ginny / Hey Cousin, Congratulations. You know I am partial to boys. Anyway there are few falimy names that we did not get to use but had on the list. What about Thomas: Tom Clay, or Roy Clay, (I think Hank wants to use Roy for one of his kids some day, How about Daniel, Dan Clay, What about Marshall Clay? How abut Ray Clay? Just to name a few.