It’s shown as a “description,” on the blog template, the line under the title (which is “eightfeetdeep.”) But you already know the name of the blog. I guess. Maybe not. In any event, I have chosen to fill the Description box with words of wisdom. Most recently I used this gem:
“I could be a damn good country-western star if only I could sing and pick a guitar.” — Buffalo Bob Mayes (1947-1991)
I hope the quotes I use do serve as a description of what you might see below on the screen. So there! Take that Blogspot! But I feel I should keep things fresh, so I am retiring Buffalo Bob’s saying to the Old Sayings Retirement Home.
This blog, should it survive, will bid these old sayings adieu whenever I decide to replace them with a new one. I chose the current saying, re: irony, from my post about the McDonald’s Fruit and Walnut Salad. Unlike the saying by Buffalo Bob, my words of wisdom are just nonsense. That is because I am an official vendor of nonsense. I dispense it by the truckload. I will sell it to you at a discounted price. Why nonsense? Why does a bird fly? Why does a doorbell ring? Why is Jessica Simpson playing Daisy Duke in the “Dukes of Hazard” movie? If you can answer these questions, then you understand my saying about irony. And if you can answer these questions, and can tell me what I am saying, please let me know for I am clueless.
Buffalo Bob unleashed his sage observation circa 1976 when he tried to play the guitar. The results were like cats having sex, only no kitties were born.
A native of Winters, By God, Texas, Bob said he was going to be a country star with his band, Buffalo Bob and the Texas Tick Pickers. Of course, he had no band, just friends who enjoyed his company as well as his warped humor.
I met Bob, who was a Navy Seabee (the Navy construction folks), when we were both stationed in Gulfport, Miss. I was in his company during many misadventures back then, such as the time he tried to make a rat-skin rug. It didn’t turn out well either. I will spare you the details.
Bob died just shy, if I am not mistaken, of his 44th birthday in 1991 at his home in Cisco, Texas. His dad told me after I had heard Bob died, that he had drank himself to death. Buffalo Bob had his demons. That didn’t prevent him from being a damn good cowboy.
Some would say Buffalo Bob never reached his full potential. But I don’t happen to agree. For you see there were those, I for one, who called Buffalo Bob Mayes a friend. I don’t think anything much matters beyond your friends. Do you know what I mean?