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Jasper woke up stomach sick this morning. I said to Beka, “I need to go get some stuff”. As if reading my mind she says, “Jello and Sprite”. Yes, the time honored remedy. So, I headed down to Fred’s which, is a discount store…some of you if there are any of you may not be familiar.

Anyway, I got the stuff there at Fred’s and as I walked out in to the parking lot, I heard the Merle Haggard tune “I”m A Lonesome Fugitive” blaring from an SUV sound system. And I thought to myself, “How refreshing to hear that blaring from an SUV while walking across the parking lot on a beautiful, late Autumn, Sunday morning.”

As I got in my car I glanced over at said SUV and in the passenger seat there was a substantially bodied teen lad wearing a pair of Beats headphones just rocking the fuck out, pumping his head to some unknown death metal, gangster rap symphony….

I’ve always liked the Roy Buchanan first album version of “Fugitive”, not to offend any Hag purists, bur there is in a nutshell the definitive Buchanan country Tele tone and a subtle lyric change…a little different…

I’d like to take you with me but can’t afford the luxury
A fugitive must be a rollin’ stone
You’d only slow me down and they’d catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

That could be a Clint Eastwood movie right there in one stanza.