Hollercat Howling | Posts from the Appalachian recesses

Thanks A Lot

While you're recovering from your turkey hangover, Meat and I are somewhere on the Pine ridge under an overhang. There are no turkeys in sight.

You know how you're just going down a google rabbit hole after hearing something on the radio and boom! A random number drops you right on your head.

You know what they say. Timing is everything.

At this moment, you might think I'm tapping the keypad, deep and focused on this week's message. Not quite.