I guess it's not that much different than working men up north. Toby Keith has a new song that goes like this, “Yeah, the big boss man he likes to crack that whip. I ain’t nothing but a number on his time card slip. I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul and he puts me at the bottom of his totem pole. I don’t even think he knows my name. My baby cuts hair at the beauty boutique just blowing and going till she’s dead on her feet. They walk right in and they set right down. She gives them what they want and then she spins them around. I don’t even think they know her name. All week long I'm a real nobody but I just punched out and it’s paycheck Friday. The weekend’s here. Good God almighty I'm going to get drunk and be somebody. We’re just average people in an everyday bar driving from work in our ordinary car. But I like to come here with the regular Joes, drink all you want and be the star of the show.”
Pray for these men who are building our house... They need hope...
The two lead guys are Fred and Dino. I know it sounds like the Flintstones.
The beach about 200 yards from our house
Upstairs guest room in our new house
Our bedroom still under construction