A few years ago I was at a Convention in Atlanta. Our company was holding a Fun Run in a local park and a whold bunch of the trees had spanish moss hanging from them. All the time I was in that park I kept humming and singing Spanish Moss under my breath. Everyone I was with thought there was something wrong with me. Not one of them a Gord fan so they couldn't relate at ALL!
Kisses mixed with moonshine would have been a whole lot fun in that park, but alas my wife wasn't with me.
Dan
P.S. I did see a whole bunch of red clay too. Wasn't there a dog named BOO connected to that red clay TOO.
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