The Dance

An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule.  the old man headed straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat.  He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.

As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.  The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, ” Hey old man, have you ever danced?”]

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, “No, I have never did dance…never really wanted to.”

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, “Well, you old fool, you’re gonna dance now.”and started shooting at the old man’s feet.

The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.  Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.

When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers.  The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.  The crowd stopped laughing immediately.  The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.  The silence was almost deafening.  The crowd watched as the young gunslinger stared at the old-timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.  The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands, and he quietly said, “Son, have you ever licked a mule’s @%$?

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, “No sir, but…..I’ve always wanted to.”

There are a few lessons for us all here…

* Never be arrogant

* Don’t waste ammunition

*Whiskey makes you think you’re smarter than you are

*Always, always make sure you know who has the power

*Don’t mess with old men, they didn’t get old by being stupid.

 

 

I just love a story with a happy ending, don’t you?

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       I (DM) was scrolling through  the archives on  my other blog this morning.  I normally try not to have too much over-lap, but will make an exception once in a while.  I originally got this one from my buddy Jim .

Story reminds me of a movie we watched a year or so ago that definitely had an edge to it.. Grand Torino.  Now before you watch this clip..couple of comments..

#1 It’s got some profanity  in it.

#2 It’s got some racial slurs in it.

I personally try not to use too many dirty words @ this point in my life/ although if you really tick me off, you might hear something. Secondly, when we lived in New Jersey,  I had a  good friend named Everett.  He was a young black man coming off the street of Paterson.  He ended up asking me to be the best man in his wedding.

I hate prejudice.

If you can look past those two issues,  go ahead and check out this clip. It is a snapshot of what it’s like in some corners of the hood.  Always good idea to pay attention to where you’re at and handle yourself accordingly.

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