It’s been a good while back since Johnny Chupp and Margie tied the knot.  David Robinson was still on the prowl for an unwary female to cook his breakwast.  The Weeping Oak Drive-in was in operation, and that exit gate was where the Chupp–Robinson collision occurred.

It was a noisy introduction and metal repairs were necessary to mend the rolling stock.  In those days play dough would not get the job did.  Over the years those two drivers became good friends and masterminded many a change of transportation.  David was pushing Ford Products from the Comanche outlet and Johnny Chupp swapped when a new mount was needed.  It may be wistful recall, but a man’s word was a promise made and a notary did not have to attest to the deal.

As I cooled my heels the other day David reminisced on the years that we lived out after World War II and awaited the Korean fracas that would arise at the onset of the fifties.  We got plum nostalgic at the previews of coming detractions.  Hopefully, the brand new administration will stick to their word on the Filly Busters that always seem to interfere with domestic and world wide tranquility.  We need a few days when CNN can devote a little time to the antics of our crop of young ladies and the misadventures of the Dallas Cowboys and fret over Romo’s hangnail.  Hopefully it will heal up quicker than Neon Deion’s carpet burn to his toe.  One never knows, do one?  Saddle horses might be the next transportation provider when Fords, Chevys and Chryslers have vanished along with the horny toads that once dwelt on the surface of our plot of geography.  Farriers will once again be listed in our telephone directory.

Old David don’t doll up to conduct his bidness and that suits me just fine.  He dresses off the rack, but that rack is in the western store and he has time to swap a story on his expertise as a gladiator in the summer season tractor pulls.

As old Confucius liked to put it “Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life!”

My job fits that description I guess — since I don’t have a job.

Let me hear from you.

My phone number is 254-893-5063.

My postal address is 333 W. Ayers, De Leon TX 76444.

You can e-mail me at Charles@CharlesChupp.com.

By Charles Chupp, Copyright ©2008 Charles Chupp