THIS Is What Happens When I'm Left Alone

....... for too long: I start writing weird stuff.....
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One from my memoirs....

When I was just a little shaver, my Dad realized I had some talent in the realm of music, so he bought me a violin. Only he called it a "fiddle". He liked Bluegrass and wanted his oldest son to play that "Hee-Haw !" music in the worst way.

Which is what I ended up doing.

I did my best, but unfortunately every time I drew the bow across the strings it sounded like someone trying his best to pass a football. Know what I mean?

Okay, enough "back story". Here's how it all ended:

I never did learn how to play the "violin" or the "fiddle".

So my Dad called me an "Infiddle".

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Was that one worth waiting for. my friends?

Your Pal,

Bill