At least my new place has wheels!
Was so sad to hear of his passing, but then, in light of his life, it is amazing he made it as long as he did. His liver should be in the Grand Ole Opry of Fame. I'm sure he was greeted in the great beyond with open arms by Tammy, who was wearing a love teal chiffon lingerie set trimmed in marabou feathers. I imagine she spent the night with orange juice cans in her hair in preparation for his arrival. THAT's real love, boyz and grrrrlz. - Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
Couldn't have said it any better myself.Having grown up in the country in Florida in the sixties, his passing touches me on a deep level.
I had the pleasure of seeing him in concert and let me tell you, when he finished singing "He Stopped Loving Her Today" there was not a dry eye in the house. And I'm including grown men.My favourite George Jones tale is the lawnmower story...Once, when I had been drunk for several days, Shirley decided she would make it physically impossible for me to buy liquor. I lived about eight miles from Beaumont and the nearest liquor store. She knew I wouldn't walk that far to get booze, so she hid the keys to every car we owned and left. But she forgot about the lawn mower. I can vaguely remember my anger at not being able to find keys to anything that moved and looking longingly out a window at a light that shone over our property. There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat; a key glistening in the ignition.I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.
That you got to see him live just turns me green...Grown men crying into their beer or bourbon while listening to country music is perfectly acceptable amongst red-necks. And I've known more than a couple of John Deere driving liquor hounds in my life and recently met one that got a DUI while doing it!
As green as his outfit?
Yes!But purely coincidental.