THE LAKE

The ranch hand was born/raised slap dab in the middle of heat/humidity USA.

Started out workin' in the East Texas coastal bermuda hay fields....sweated out two-a-day football workouts with Glen Burt on the sandy grass-burr farm....and toiled in the slimy oil pit infested Kilgore oil field til hell wouldn't have it.

One can remember days in Wright city when ya saw the robins pullin' worms outa the ground usin potholders and we had to feed the chickens crushed ice to keep them puppies from layin' hard boiled eggs?

The ole cars Dad had back then came with hard plastic steerin' wheels. In July ya quickly learned to do the guidin' with jus' two fangers as that rascal would leave blisters (thank goodness fer them swing round full-open vent winders to blow enuff to stop the smokin'??)

Ya might say, your humble scribe thought he was bullit proof and blade steel when it comes to workin' on warm days!

Nope....this summer is startin' out like armageddon on steroids (I swear yesterday a squirrel wuz pouring gatorade on his balls?????).

The fat boy is feeling the full weight of it.

Revelation (21:8) describes hell as a "lake" that burns with fire and sulphur where the smoke of torment goes up forever and ever?

Bless us with patience O' Lord for the fall (and Your saving grace) shall one day soon bring the cool and we shall rejoice in Your name.