Happy Birthday, Fran!

Happy Birthday Fran. Here's to another good year ahead pushing your automotive crack to the gear heads.
 
..... 45 years young today...

(Shakeseare)A mere child!(/Shakespeare)

Okay, ah'll put a Texas Lone Star longneck birthday song in here fer yew.

Hum . . . . hum . . . hum . . . Ya'll shut up, ah'm tunin' up!

Okay, gotta work into this here song somethin' poetical about
armadillos,
loooong flat roads that stretch four hours 'n hours,
flat iron birds noddin' for oil,
the Three Sisters (can't enjoy 'em more than one at a time--less'n yew fall off the mountain)
. . . hot, hot, beat-on-yer-head-all-day-hot days,
somethin' about guitars, 'n honky-tonks,
a little Spanish lingo thrown in fer fun,
how dang purdy these Texas gals are
. . . . and pickup trucks
. . . . and football
. . . and . . . .

and thass enough. Here's yer birthday song, Unca Fran. Too tired ta do the rest.

Happy Birthday, to yew!

Les :)
 
Les:

The Three Sisters reference makes me think you are from around the hill country near Luckenbach - is that right?

BTW, don't give up that day job.

John
 
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