tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102682793216780107.post6392583989070845131..comments2023-07-25T09:50:31.131-05:00Comments on Panhandle Poetry and Other Thoughts: Lunch TimeChris McClure aka Panhandle Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18276465051258888541noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102682793216780107.post-7108640333514542192008-04-10T07:42:00.000-05:002008-04-10T07:42:00.000-05:00funnyfunnySandy Kesslerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17542892044386717213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102682793216780107.post-37061547756717038692008-04-07T13:27:00.000-05:002008-04-07T13:27:00.000-05:00In 1986, when I had just moved to the county I liv...In 1986, when I had just moved to the county I live in, I was sitting in a cafe in town. It was crowded and there weren't many places open. An old fellow came in and asked if he could share the table, and I said sure. He was interesting, had lived in the county all his life, and a good talker. He was wearing those old khaki pants and shirts people used to wear as work clothes. I figured he was a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com