Originally Posted by
SBatts
Didn't know all those Golden Years meant giving all my gold to the damned doctors.
All the Motorcycles left 3 years ago, after a 450 mile ride left me unable to stand when I got off in Wichita Falls TX. I had Ruby send me the title, and sold it outright to a veteran brother at the local American Legion, and my younger brother drove me back to KS. The last Harley is an old Golf Cart and it will go at the spring sell, just before the house, barn, out buildings, and last 7 acres go.
We Spent 2 years building an all excess walk in showers and tubs, No steps all concrete ramps, and 1.5 miles from Ruby's Dialysis, instead of the 50 mile round trip we have been doing for 4 years.
Tell Old Lying Dog Shit life has caught up with me. All that real line work I did for 50 year left my hand useless. Sold most of my collection of unfired collector pistols and rifles. Can't play the guitar, or piano (only played mostly bad by ear, read little music) Had to go to a smaller caliber revolver, instead of an automatic pistol due to the fact I can't chamber a round, or load a mag without a loader..
Spinning all that Armour Rod, and jacking those 6 ton hoist, has caught up to the old man.
Poot I would walk across a 57' Hughes Brothers Arm on an H structure in a 30 mile an hour wind, and now walk 75 feet to the Mail Box and hold on to it to step on and off the curb to get the mail. Talk about and old CANDY ASS.