I don’t really have any complaints about life in a matriarchy, and since driving in the glow of tail lights is a chancy proposition, my mission is looking forward—and passing up doing autopsies on what is prelude.  Satchel Paige advised against looking back over your shoulder, since something might be gaining on you.

Taylor is the third and youngest of my grand-youngin’ crop, and odds are favorable to her holding that position.  She’s 12 and on the morning side of the mountain w’hilst I’m on the twilight side of the hill, which is a line I’ve purloined from some song.  Audrey and Mercedes are the other two members, and you will note that they are all of the feminine persuasion.  Audrey has anted two “great-grands” to the pot, and they too are girl children.

Anyways, before the chasm widens, and Taylor grows away, she and I still enjoy a partnership, although she refers to me as Boompa.  Go figger that one.

Her next notch in the Tae Kwon Do industry is black belt, and she’s also the apparent heir and abetter in my writing adventures.  She can already type or, as the brand now reads, keyboard.  An ability that is totally absent from my genealogy.  Her mom Tracy served in that capacity for many years and she and I peddled my art back when I suffered from that frailty.  Sometimes a flash back occurs from that endeavor, but remission seems to be my current status.

Our last gig was on May 19th, when we set up at Riley’s Photography Studio over in Comanche to allow the celebrants of John Wesley Hardin Days to view and admire my latest literary escape.  “Waggin’ Tales” is that tome’s title, and we shamelessly peddled it to my collectors who moseyed by.  Bidness was as brisk as Lipton Tea, and I insisted on signing each and every copy.  That’s cheap insurance to spare my books being sacrificed at garage sales.

Cliff Conway came by and made his purchase of Waggin’ Tales, and asked how the sales were going.  He’s one of my faithful collectors, and I told him right out that no home was complete without a copy.  He departed with a signed copy.  Taylor smiled at the conversation, and took his money.

Dale Nowlin came a little later and adopted his copy, while Taylor counted out his change.  Dale always elevates my mood, since he is always brimful of balderdash.  Some say he is the licensed distributor of that product in Comanche County.

A little later in the day Billy Works, of Game Wardenin’ and Sheffifin’ the area, stopped and picked up a copy, and paid Taylor.

“Have you read the book?” Mr. Works asked Taylor.

“Yes sir, and I’m in it,” she stated.

“Is it a good book?” he smiled.

“No home is complete without one!” she responded.  “And I’m in it.”

I may put her on steady when I make my next tour.  She and I will be at the F&M Bank Hospitality room from 1 ‘til 3 on June 16th.  Come by and see us.

Let me hear from you.

My phone number is 254-893-5063, my official postal address is: 333 W AYERS AVE – DE LEON TX 76444-2113, and you can e-mail Charles@CharlesChupp.com.