Happy All Saints' Day, Y'all!

Skip's cow story reminded me of the time he went with us out to Williams' farm, east of Plantersville in the area known as Tater Hills (no, I'm not making that up). As a city boy from New Orleans, he'd never seen real cows before and was totally fascinated, to the extent that he allowed one of the cows to lick his hand,
and wasn't the least bit
squeamish about it.
Remember that, Cuz?
We should have known there
was a country boy in him that longed to escape the city, which he did as soon as he could.

Tomorrow is his 66th birthday and I'm trying to bribe him with a birthday cake to come and visit. Whatever you decide to do, Skip, I hope your birthday is a happy one!