Country Bear Jamboree

In Which There Was Blood On The Saddle

So there I am, minding my own business at my parents’ house. Am I there because in the morning my dad is going to drive me to the airport so I can go to Walt Disney World? I don’t remember. Probably. Statistically likely. Anyway, I come out of the bathroom next to the computer room and: there it is. I’m briefly uncertain. Is it…? It totally is. I grab it and bring it to my dad. “Do you know who this is???” I demand. “Sure,” he replies immediately. “That’s Big Al from The Country Bear Jamboree. Your grandfather loved...

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