Danc'n in Spain

The subject today will be what everbody has been wait'n for....Mississippi river boat.

I spent most of yesterday do'n little household chores, sort'n "stuff", toss'n junk.....stuff like that. Then I got to look'n at all the build'n materials an' stuff on my "hobby" table. I got to clean that table off right now just in case I have company. A clean house is a happy house. Or is that golf balls???

Anyhows, all the wiring, batteries, jury rig connections and the smoke generator was installed in the boat. A switch was installed to the smoke generator so's I can choose between smoke an' no smoke. "Well hell Billy Bob, lets fire that thang up an' see what happen". Oh Oh.....something wrong. There's smoke com'n out everwheres but the smoke stacks. Design error. Not enough clearance between the little fan gizmo and the upper deck (ceiling).

The smoke generator was tore slap apart. This is when I figger out that the new gaskets will not work. They was all shrivel up. The little fan what was on top and outside of the smoke generator, is now installed inside the smoke generator. A new silcone gasket has been installed.

And then I breaked a wire off'n the little bitty switch what controls every thing. Got pissed an' breaked the other one off.

Ok, that's our discussion this morn'n on remote controlled Mississippi River Boats 101. Stay tuned as the saga continues.

Got a kick out of MsB's comment bout "git'n down" to hip hop. Up until I reached the ripe age of 60 year old, I were a dancer....of sorts. Did the cotton eye joe, Texas two step, rattlesnake stomp, head bang'n, rock an' roll....you name it an' the old Billy Bob was out there on the dance floor do'n his moves. I were knowed to do a little dirty danc'n with the hoochie coockie girls too.

I rekon this is as good a time to tell ya bout danc'n in Spain. Ya see, I were in the Navy in the early 60's. We anchored up in Barcelona Spain. Now everbody know what Navy guys do when they drop anchor in a foreign port.....they hit the hot spots in town. Drink a few beers and enjoy them selfs. There was this nice Spanish lady do'n some sort of Spanish dance. She were all decked out in a traditional Spanish danc'n dress, big ol' hair do on top her head, click'n castanets an' stomp'n her high heels on the wooden danc'n floor. Well shoot, I can do that. So's I toss my Navy cap out there on that danc'n floor,  gets up an' do my rendition of a Mexican hat dance. Right there in front of everbody. I were think'n I'm probly gonna go to the brig before this is over, but me an that nice lady danced round my cap till I was wore plumb slap out. Got a stand'n ovation from a bunch of drunk Navy guys an' the local town folk. Memories like that brighten my day.

Gypsy asked what kind of music I listen to. Well, mostly I listen to anything with a good loud bass beat to it. I were brought up on "old" country music, but the country music of today is too whinny, cry in yer beer sort of stuff. Don't listen to much of the "new" country. I get along just fine with the old country of the 40's, 50's an' 60's. I still listen to the "oldies" from the 50's an' 60's on occasion. When I get in the mood, I listen to a little "longhair", what I also crank it up a bit. Folk and bluegrass deserves my attention ever once in a while. But....my all time favorite is Cajun. I love Cajun music and I love Cajun people. Although they do talk funny.
I don't get rap at all. Although it's very popular amungst the younger generation. For some reason, I just don't figger somebody talk'n is what I would call music.