GOBGB: The Most Special Day of the Year!

Everybody’s got to get their licks in, don’t they?” Bubba inquired of his good friend.

The pair were perched on the edge of the bench seat in the front of ol’ Betsy, watching the low ditch line ahead.

“I’m not quite sure I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” LeRoy replied questioning the direction his friend was taking the conversation.

GOBGB : How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck? (#26)

The late summer sun warmed his skin. He squinted in the brightness of the noonday sun, standing motionless, sniffing at the air, watching the traffic stream by the end of the long field.

His attention was diverted to the approaching sound - growing louder and most definitely closer. Across the end of the field, the red combine moved along thrashing and whirling.