Thursday, March 6, 2008

Hanging Out

Sit around that old camp a good many nights all alone and then I’d hear a noise and in would come Walter, he’d blow in and we’d shoot the breeze just like old times again but it only lasted a short time then he’d go back to his camp and I’d be alone again. After two or three days he’d be back or I’d be at his place and we’d have a few beers together. Kinda nice to have somebody to shoot the breeze with. Keep you from talking to yourself. Especially with Walter who’s an old buddy and we did so many things together. Bob

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