Yes indeed my friends. I'm living a dream. Not sure whose it is but a dream none the less.
LFG stood me up this weekend so I barely left the house. My little one has strep and naturally, she wanted to be with her mom. When I was an illin' child, the last person I wanted was my daddy.
NASCAR is a rancid slice of Americana and I don't follow it but Daytona deserved a few minutes of my time today. I had about fifteen minutes to burn while my Hungry Man dinner TV dinner was warming. But I must admit that I loved Cale Yarborough when I was a child and I sat in the Wood Brothers Cale Yarborough Mercury Cyclone one time. Shut up. I've got Daumier and Sickert reference books and they are heavy. Any more guff out of you and I'll pick both of them up and commence a syncopated slapping so hard that when you wake up that little ensemble you had on today will be back in style.
And who'd a thunk that in the day of big money corporate redneck racing, the Wood Brothers would win Daytona. Glenn Wood used to drive the family ride but neither of the brothers really wanted to drive 'em.
So here's to the humble boys...the Wood brothers.
And here's to my little redneck and her speedy recovery from that bad ole strep infection.
LFG...budding NASCAR historian and model car builder.
Onward. In purple flat fronts and Alden cigars. Y'all don't tell nobody about my NASCAR thang. Matter a fackly, I'd appreciate y'all not mentioning my thang at all.