The name is Cassidy, but y’all can jes call me Hopalong. My theme, maestro . . .

The name is Cassidy, but y’all can jes call me Hopalong. My theme, maestro . . .
Dude, stop with the music. How many times do I have to tell you Gallinules are not chickens and we don’t dance!!
Feathers, hair, you know what I mean and what you mean to me. And how beautiful our children will be.
My resume? Guitarist for several heavy metal bnds, rather obviously.
alone again for another sunrise. What has become of my life?
Please, just leave me alone. . .
Where am I going . . .
Hey, shadow, you’re supposed to be behind me. You know that right?
THIS WEEK FEATURES PICTURES FROM ONE MORNING AT THE LAKE IN TRADITION FLORIDA
Brother, can you spare a dime?
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is the hardest part. So right, Tom, so right.