Ian McLeod’s Ruminations

OOOOOOOH!  In my day, if ya wanted ta court a fine young fillie, ya just gave her yar widest smile and let her count yar grinders.  An’, if ya had enough far her likin’, a courtin’ ya’d go.  That’s how I caught my Ethel.  An’ if’n it was good enough far us, why, it’s good enough far all ya young whippersnappers.

OOOOOOOH!  In my day, ya just kept courtin’ a gal ’til her pa reached for his scattergun.  Then ya got hitched quick!

OOOOOOOH!  In my day, the Agape war a tribe of Injuns livin’ in the Mojave Desert.  Decent folks, tho a’mite odd.   Used ta do a “drought dance” whenever it rained, which was rare ’nough as it was.   Chief was Parched Throat and Cottonmouth was thar medicine man.  Can’t say exactly what became of ‘em.