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A Brown Road Campfire

Hi gang, sorry I haven’t been around much the last couple months. I’ve been busy displaying my awesomeness in ways other than being a world-famous blogger. I promise there are some things in the works and that I will be back soon. Until then, in the spirit of Summer which is finally here and warm campfires on crisp, clear, starry nights, here’s a pretty epic old post from Summer of 2011 when this blog was a younger version of itself and which many of you have probably never had the privilege of experiencing.

So that you can vicariously enjoy the whole Brown Road experience and since I can’t think of anything to write about, here’s me singing a campfire song, including all of the outside bird and peeper sounds from the swamp behind us! One of the critters got so loud towards the end, I think maybe it was sitting right underneath me. Maybe it was singing along. I laughed because I thought it sounded like one of those combination music and nature sounds CD’s you can buy.

Sweet Baby James is one of my favorite songs.  My Mom sang it to me to help me fall asleep when I was a baby. I don’t really remember that, but I imagine that’s where it all started. My parents had a copy of the James Taylor album that this song was originally recorded on and I would listen to it all the time.

If you’d like, here’s a video I found on youtube of a crackling campfire, that you can look at as well!

You should play them both at the same time to really get the full effect! You may have to adjust the volume settings on the videos to watch them together, the crackling fire is pretty loud.

Have fun at the Brown Road campfire!

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O’ Beautiful Corn

O’ Beautiful Corn, you grow so high.
Up to our knees by Fourth of July.
Up to our chest in August late.
Just in time for harvest date.

O’ Beautiful Corn, grown from the lands.
We buy you from the local stands.
A dozen ears won’t cost a lot.
Shall be enough to fill our pot.

O’ Beautiful Corn, in husks of green.
We peel them to reveal your sheen.
A job, our children we employ.
One of the jobs they do enjoy.

O’ Beautiful Corn, you precious food.
You always put me in the mood.
For friends and fun and barbeques.
And summer meals we can’t refuse.

O’ Beautiful Corn of shining Maize.
Your fresh picked taste on summer days.
Soaked in butter, sprinkled with salt.
Your goodness we should all exalt.

O’ Beautiful Corn, your cobs we strip.
With our teeth we tear and rip.
Like a typewriter moving ‘cross the page
That’s how it’s done at any age.

But Beautiful Corn, we must confess.
There’s a question we can only guess,
has been asked by people o’er and again,
even the pilgrims way back when.

See, Beautiful Corn, we are distressed.
Why your kernels, we cannot digest.
Every other food we turn to poo.
Why can’t we do the same with you?

The End (pun intended)! 🙂

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The Ice Cream Truck

Summertime is here and with summertime comes the classic Ice Cream Truck.

Remember?  Can you hear it… the happy music? Can you taste the creamy vanilla ice cream?  Can you feel the melting fudge bar dripping down your hands? Those were good days.

Used to be driving the Ice Cream Truck was a proud profession.  Ice Cream Men would canvass neighborhoods in their white trucks, dressed up in crisply pressed white uniforms with a black bow tie and a Captain’s hat, selling the classic Fudgesicles, Ice Cream Bars and Rocket Popsicles.  These guys were rock stars, with hordes of screaming kids following in their wake who were carrying wads of sweaty money in their hands that they had, only seconds before, extorted from their parents.

Circa 1950:

Cue Ice Cream Truck Music… tune of “Do Your Ears Hang Low.”

“AHHHHHHHHH… IT’S THE ICE CREAM MAN!!!!!”

Chaos ensues… kids running in all directions at warp speed towards their houses.

“Daddy, daddy can I have some money for the Ice Cream Man, please Daddy, please?”

“Billy, seriously, you’ve bought Ice Cream the last thirty-eight days in a row.  Whattya say we take a break today?”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Okay, okay, here’s a few bucks.  Hey, say hi to Mr. Jones for me… he’s a good guy you know… and while you’re out there get your old man a Triple Chocolate Ice Cream Supreme Bar.”

It was as American as Apple Pie and Chevrolet… cooling off kids on hot summer days.  Then one day Ice Cream Men became creepier than clowns, creepier than the Carnies that operate the Tilt-a-Whirl at the county fair, creepier than… used car salesmen.  What the hell happened?  When did all the Ice Cream Men go from being clean-cut, handsome, all American studs … to Appalachian, pedophilic, dentally-impaired, drug-addled hillbillies? When did the classic white Captains uniform get replaced with the not-so-classic denim shorts and wife-beater tee?

It’s a sad state of affairs!

The kids don’t care though… ‘cause to them it’s still just the Ice Cream Man.  To a kid there’s not a bunch of Ice Cream Men… it’s kind of like Santa Claus… there’s just one Ice Cream Man, and every day he travels all over the world selling Ice Cream out of his little truck.

Circa 2011:

Cue Ice Cream Truck Music… tune of “Do Your Ears Hang Low.”

AHHHHHHHHH… IT’S THE ICE CREAM MAN!!!!!”

Chaos ensues… kids running in all directions at warp speed towards their houses.

“Daddy, daddy can I have some money for the Ice Cream Man, please Daddy, please?”

“Billy, seriously, you’ve bought Ice Cream the last thirty-eight days in a row.  Whattya say we take a break today?”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Okay, okay, here’s a few bucks.  Make it a quick transaction though, that guy’s a god-damn freak show… if he asks you any personal questions, don’t answer him, and don’t look him in the eyes… just hand him the money… hey, while you’re out there get your old man a Triple Chocolate Ice Cream Supreme Bar.”

Yeah, so I guess it hasn’t changed all that much.  The day the Ice Cream Trucks start  playing “Dueling Banjos” though… that’s the day us parents need to draw the line!

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