Hemingway Signature and a Humid Sunday Evening

[Smokestack Jack]

great cigar, nice post. Brought a tear to my eye. I love sitting outside late at night listening to the sounds of the wind whistling through the trees, cows, in the field along with the sheep (yes, sheep!), the crickets, owls, coyotes, bullfrogs, but the sounds of the night are often broken by my neighbor's friggin sheep dog barking, his brittany, howling, and that damn peekapuke yapping all at once. Where's my shotgun!

I'm glad you had a good evening!

I mooch, therefore... uh, I mooch!