Loading ...Was not that long ago, ok, well, about ten years ago I could still dig 40-50 post holes in a day. Today, you would be lucky if I could dig a dozen post holes. In part, it’s kinda like my attitude towards drinking. I think I will let the younger ones pick up my slack. I see a lot of young men around town. Mostly doing nothing that I can tell. Some do flip the occasional burger or provide that double chocolate scooped ice cream cone. And I appreciate they being there to serve me, but I cant help but wonder if their purple hair, tattooed arms, could haul 50 or 60 bales fo shingles up on a roof. I even wonder if they know what a hammer is?
That is pretty much how I view the gold bashers these days. Seems it was but a few years back when they could knock gold down 20, 30, or even 50 bucks in a mornings work. I think their arms are tired, and like noodles now. They seem to do ‘good’ if they can bop gold for a ten buck, and even then, their efforts have little or no lasting effect. The Boyz seem to be running out of steam. Losing the battle in the pits.
Ya know, somedays I am so bored, I almost wish they would make things exciting again with say an exhilerating $100.00 down roller coaster dive. Imagine it would be like riding in Maddog’s Jaguar doing a hundred on some curving road. So far today, watching them at work is about as exciting as swatting flies. Well, I guess I get my thrills where I find em.
Good to see you keeping up at the Oasis. Keep fighting the good fight !
Best, Farmboy