Every RV-Dreamer has a beginning, and I remember the beginning of my life, well maybe I don't remember from first hand experience exactly, but Pa sure did like to tell everybody how it come about. :) Seems he had been out checking his opossum trap on a day when the snow was thigh deep and the weather was nastier than sittin' in a two holer in a blizzard with the door open.
Anyways, Pa says he comes traipsing back, stomping and a flailing around on the porch, and when he throws the door open, there sits Ma afore the fire. Seems Pa was a blowin' on his hands tryin' ta warm 'em up when he takes a real gander at ma, or at least at what ma was doing. Seems she had some holes in her clothes where holes weren't supposed to be, :) and she was fixin' to do something about them.
This was where Pa, rest his sorry soul if by some chance ya got it up there Lord, anyways here Pa always let out the biggest laugh he could. And then Ma, rest her poor Soul Lord, cause I know you got it up there, would turn every shade of red a female woman could, and some shades most females couldn't . :) Seems like her longjohns had been letting in more than a mere mite of air, and all at a place where air wasn't supposed to be enterin'.
That's the point where Pa always said he got the gleam, and Ma says what went on after that was akin to a dream. Everybody up on the mountain has heard the rest of what went on that night so many times, that I don't need to repeat it, cause there's no way I could ever tell it as good as Pa, especially whenever he would get to the part about more than just air entering in that spot. :)
Alrighty then, so my life began with a gleam and a dream, and for most of my days I was cussed out for dreamin' of a gleamin' when I should'a been a doing other things, but now, to quote that great Kentukian, two score and seven years ago I was brought forth, and by gum, I'm a gonna live that dream and if you follow along, so might you too. :)
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