the rolling hills of Western Kentucky comes a character
of unfathomable mental prowess. From the early 1960s the
opinions of this lunatic have been festering in his
near and far, short and wide, he has finally made up his
mind to settle down. Most of his waking hours are now
spent in his bent-wood rocker creaking slowly to and fro
while sippin on his jelly jar of Jim Beam bourbon.
He rambles for
hours as he tells his silly stories and sometimes rants
on and on about whatever has tripped his hair trigger.
He talks of music, songs and songwriters.
hes prodded long enough, he will even pull out his
gee-tar and sing one for you. But no matter what, Uncle
Wilford is not to be ignored!
cordially invited to pull up a chair or a bucket and
join Uncle Wilford on his porch for a spell. There aint
many rules to be followed here. Hes done broke most of
em his self, anyhow.
forewarned, when you decide to click onward to his blog,
it aint gonna be pretty. Hes not much of a looker and
dont dare let em catch you staring!
Oh yeah, one
more thing. Sit wherever you like but stay clear of his
boots. Im pretty sure his socks aint been changed at all
in the last ten years or so.
The last time
he changed em he never even took the time to wash his