First, A quick explanation : "Brother George" is an Old Hippie whom I spent many evenings hanging out with in "The Esso Club" in Clemson;in a state of drunken & drugged euphoria,during the "Days of My Wasted Youth". A few years back,George had to return to his native Florida;due to a number of DUI charges here in S.C. But through e-mail & in spirit we will always be Brothers in Arms.
Below is a copy of his latest e-mail to me :

Thought I'd live out my days quietly in an RV park in Marianna with Retiree's from Kansas and Evil Yankee Bastards from Southern Alabama.



Wrong again.



My nextdoor neighbor's boss's son is drummer #5 for Pearl Jam. I said "Pearl Jam! Hell, have you ever heard of 'Jackyll?"

He said "The ones with the chain saw?" as he took off on his Harley.



The neighbors on the other side are 20-something hippies into MP3s of the same Protest songs I bought on Vinyl when I was their age and now have on CDs.





Elvis is, indeed, Everywhere!





Funny thing is we all like Beer, Bikes. and Blonde/Redheaded women. Black hair is acceptable on those of Native-American origin who are missing teeth and carrying large knives. :)



I get up every weekday at 5AM to be at work by 7AM. No alarm clock is needed. At 4AM the guy who works in Pensacola cranks his Panhead. At 4:30AM the guy who works in Panama City cranks his '07 Harley. At 5AM the guy who works in Dothan cranks his Knucklehead. By 6AM I am embarrassed to sneak outside and quietly start my '94 Honda Accord…



I shudder to think about all those puddles of oil from the Harleys joining together and rolling down into Millpond Lake. The fish will ask me if I'm there to catch them or do I want to buy a BMW…



G… :)