Just a warning!
I'm going to start this out with a funny story, and then end with a sad song.
About 2 1/2 years ago the above photo was taken. I remember that weekend fairly well.
Friday night I went out in Tyrone. Before I went out, I took some time shining up my combat boots. These pair of boots have a very special meaning to me. They used to belong to Mark. For those of you who don't know Mark, he is Heathers father. He was like my big brother. I don't even remember how long he has been gone, its been about 20 years I think, I can't remember anymore. The boots are older than that, but when I spend the time giving them a good spit shine you can see your reflection in them. My ex used to say that I was a different person when I wore them. She said that I stood taller, that I was more confident and outgoing. She always said that there was regular Scott and there was "Boot Scott". So the boots were looking like mirrors and I was out on the town. Some girl that I was friends with at the time, but not anymore, thought it would be funny if she scuffed up the boots. When I got upset she tried to get other people to do it. She was in a group with 2 other girls and some guy. They were all trying to mess with the boots. When I caught the guy trying to step on them when I wasn't looking, I stopped him and told him the story. He said "what, he wasn't a partier?" Mark's nickname was "Brain Damage", he definitely loved to party. So the guy assumed that Mark would of thought it was funny. I tried to politely explain that Mark was in the 82nd Airborne and scuffing the boots was a sign of disrespect. So then this dip shit asked me what Mark would have done. I told him that Mark would have punched him in the mouth, and then punched him in the mouth for each one of the three girls that were trying to step on the boots. He asked me if I was going to punch him in the mouth. All I said was "maybe". He said "oh" and that was the last time anyone has tried to step on the boots!
Saturday was the family reunion. It was the first family reunion since Dad passed. It was only the 2nd year that we'd had a reunion in many years. I wore dad's old hat, the one I'm wearing in the picture. After the family reunion we went to the cemetery. Then I went to the Highlander with my sister Vicki, my cousin Tim, & my cousin Johnathan. The Highlander is a totally different story that I wont get into now. Most of you don't need an explanation though! I suck at pool, but for a while I ran the table. As I was playing Johnathan I made a couple of very poor shots. Some guy that had his quarters on the table said something about my "hat being on to tight". Johnathan, who is normally laid back, got up in the guys face and said "Don't make fun of the Fucking Hat!" That was the end of that. The guy was very fortunate because, and if you know Tim you wont be surprised, Tim was getting ready to take a pool stick to the guy and his buddy.
This song always gets to me. It reminds me so much of the old man. The lyrics are good, but to get the whole feeling click on the link to watch the Youtube video.
well there's always been groups of people that never could see eye to eye
and I always thought if they ever had a chance to sit down and talk face to face
they might realize they got a lot in common
well I was sittin' in a coffee shop
just havin' a cup to pass the time
swapin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine
when some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back
started pokin' fun at my friend's hat
one ol' boy said "Hey Tex where'd you park your horse?"
my friend just pulled his hat down low but they couldn't be ignored
one husky fella said "I think I'll rip that hat right off your head."
that's when my friend turned around and this is what he said"
You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
rope an ol blue norther and milk it till it's dry
bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
long before you take this cowboys hat
"Now partner this old hat is better left alone
see it used to be my daddy's
but, last year he passed on
my nephew skined the rattler that makes up this ol' hatband
but, back in sixty nine he died in Vietnam
now the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine
but, someone ran he down somewhere around that Arizona line
and a real special lady gave me this hatpin
and I don't know if I'll ever see her again"
You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
rope an ol blue norther and milk it till it's dry
bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
long before you take this cowboys hat
"now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me
then I guess we understand each other and we'll just let it be
but, if you still think it's funny, man you got my back up against the wall
and if you touch my hat you're gonna havta fight us all
"well right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader's eyes
he turned back to the others and they all just kinda shuffled on outside
but when my friend turned back towards me
I noticed he's ol' hat brim
well it was turned up in a big ol' Texas grin"
You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
rope an ol blue northern and milk it till it's dry
bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
long before you take this cowboys hat"
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