R.I.P. Merle...
Merle had a house on the river, not too far away from me...(20 miles or so)
It was in a community of about 8 homes and only reachable by car by driving on gravel roads thru the woods...He had a small dock in the river that was set up for a single engine Cessna on pontoons to dock up to it...
About 10 years ago, a friend of mine was drifting back down river, in the dark, after a long day of fishing.
On the warm, starlit night, as he drifted, he started hearing some guitar picking and some slurred singing... As he drifted by Merles house, he saw Merle sitting alone on his porch, picking and singing, drunk as a skunk!
Merle had a house on the river, not too far away from me...(20 miles or so)
It was in a community of about 8 homes and only reachable by car by driving on gravel roads thru the woods...He had a small dock in the river that was set up for a single engine Cessna on pontoons to dock up to it...
About 10 years ago, a friend of mine was drifting back down river, in the dark, after a long day of fishing.
On the warm, starlit night, as he drifted, he started hearing some guitar picking and some slurred singing... As he drifted by Merles house, he saw Merle sitting alone on his porch, picking and singing, drunk as a skunk!
Last edited: