If you read the title of this post you would know that it contains 3 pictures of little Henry, or Hank Jim as it really says. That’s what I call him sometimes, it’s his classic country singer name. Or race car driver, I guess. Wait, what about a classic country singer by night, NASCAR driver by day. Unless it was a night race, of course. Then it would be reversed. I think it’s a great idea. We better get to a’ groomin’ him for it. I have been listening to a lot of Willie’s Roadhouse on SiriusXM channel 56 the past week, so that’s a start.
Anyways, I just meant to post three pics here but then I got carried away with typing nonsense. It happens sometimes doesn’t it? Yes. Yes it does. I apologize for it. I never meant for it to get so out of hand. It just started and then couldn’t be stopped. It just piled up so much that not even a snowplow could clear it from the e-page.
And then I started typing about how it was happening and then even more random crap came spewing forth from my fingers and keyboard. And you kept reading it and loved it. I mean hated it. I mean you already stopped reading in the first paragraph. But it’s still going on even if nobody is reading it. Like a falling tree in an unoccupied forest. Crash.