Heck Bill, I live in a Metropolis compared to you! You do have a new truck stop now though.
There are more people that work in Bill's truck stop than there are residents in his town. They have ONE policeman and he drives a 1971 2-door Ford Fairlane with a hand-painted star on the side. He never takes fat people to jail because they won't fit in the back seat. That and they don't have a jail.
Bill has written a song about every person in town, and every person who has ever lived in the town. When he finally writes enough of them, he will put them all on a CD.
When you drive into town there is a sign that says "You are entering P**** D*******. " If you look in the rear view mirror it says "You are LEAVING P**** D******."
I'm not disguising the name of the town, that's actually the way they write it. The guy who paints the signs learned his ABC's but not how to put them together. He quit school before they got to ciphering.
They do have eleven beer joints though. It's a good thing or Bill would have to move to the city.
Talk about competition for music jobs . . . remember the banjo player from Deliverance?
This is where his dentist lives.
Lord, forgive me, it's the first night I've had off in weeks. My wife went to sleep at 6:30. I'm staying in the office so I don't wake her. I've heard every song on Youtube, and I'm starting to go through the first thousand or so of Gary Diamond's gig disks. I've bought so many Woot deals they are paying me to LET them ship.
I think I'll listen to "that" version of Oh Holy Night one more time.
DonM