Gather thy web content as thou art able,
for one never knows when uncertainties of life or love may crash down on your head. Not that the lack of a clear and certain path has ever hindered a bonnie-tonnie rambling walkabout.
Clearly seeing your entire path and final destination renders the daily process of life moot. Wouldn’t it be boring, anyway, starting out with all the answers? Suit yourself, but do you feel required to really -really- see the future? Then simply have your tombstone made and gaze upon it. Add your tax returns to the viewfinder and there it is – your two certainties in this life. Death & taxes.
How’s that suit ya?
Still lacking something? Salty? Sugary?
For a firm footing in the future, find faith.
This roadside peanut stand isn’t open right now,
they shut to walk down the way to attend a gospel music singing.
Instead of grabbing a brown bagged snack for the road, we joined the gathering and got a dose of:
“On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.”
Along GA Hwy 41, aka “the old two lane”,
“I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rolling down highway forty-one“.
Likely the new parents in the song asked the bus driver to stop here (above)
so they could secure a sugar-tit or two for their newborn rambler.
Yes, I said sugar-tit. <- click to learn how we’re still Rated G. Oh, it’s not easy being clean. Some people need conflict to keep them charged. Others require a clear and certain set of instructions they can obediently adhere to. Other people can enjoy the passing of time and gather up a few handfuls of salty boiled peanuts and sugary pecan candies along the way. click “continue reading” for full lyrics of "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers Band. PS: Eat A Peach!
Lord, I was born a ramblin man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
When it’s time for leaving, I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a rambling man
My father was a gambler down in Georgia
And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rolling down highway forty-one
I’m on my way to New Orleans this morning
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin man
Lord, I was born a ramblin man……