Head For The Hills

Its all about the hills and how they've affected or even effected me. Fortunately, they haven't infected me with anything except nostalgia aka home sickness. Hell, Maine is a conglomerate of where I spent the major portion of my life and did most of my best work. It isn't the blues and the grays to me. It is the grays and the reds with the chipmunks thrown in for cartoons. It is not Granny and Jed out in Cally Fornie. The hill billies I speak of would likely be Will and Liam and a bunch of old goats and salty dogs. All sailors of a kind whether they can swim or not. Most pirates couldn't. Aye, Laddie, here, there BE. They call 'um polly tit shuns. I don't trust many of 'um. I trust few as well as I trust children and dogs. Cats are too independant but so am I. Folks in these parts generally are. Least ways they used ta be. My doctor came 'frum away' and he's a fine young whipper snapper with a really tough job but he says he never met so many who feel so entitled. Yup, he's right about that. I do feel that way. I am entitled to a few years off for good behavior. A short life doesn't scare me because death doesn't scare me. Neither does changing my clothes style or my hair. I'm ready for a new Me.