Come Ride the Little Train

Come ride the little train as it rolls down the track to the Junction; Petty Coat Junction.
Forget about your cares it is time to relax at the Junction; Petty Coat Junction.
Lots of curves you can bet. 'N'even more when you get, to the Junction; Petty Coat Junction.

Now that little sit-com theme song from the 1960's brings back a lot of memories, lying on the floor of our family home while watching (you guessed it) Petty Coat Junction!

If you're old enough to have watched TV in the 1960's you'll no doubt remember this half hour TV show.  Hard to believe but if you lived in small town America back then there were very few choices when it came to watching television on your family's ONE "Television Set", which was likely an RCA, Zenith, or in our case, Sears brand console tv.  Inside our rural route 1 home we had good reception on only one channel; KRCG Channel 13 out of Jefferson City, Mo.  KOMU TV Channel 8 came in fairly well when it wasn't too overcast or raining, and that was it.  I can recall on occasion being so starved for TV entertainment, I'd find myself watching shows like Lawrence Welk: No kidding!

I remember the first time ever I laid eyes on a color TV.  It took place inside Biedermans Furniture Store, which was located in Rolla, Missouri during the entirety of my growing up years.  That amazing TV was tuned to "The Beverly Hillbillies" (Come'n listen to a story 'bout a man name Jed...") and I thought it was one of the most amazing things I'd ever seen!  From a technology standpoint, it no doubt was.

In honor of simpler times--and they really were simpler in many ways--the bride and I are planning a train ride sometime soon.  I've never been on a modern day train that goes more than 15 or 20 miles an hour and have never come close to taking an actual trip that lasted more than a few minutes.    We'll see what happens.  It's never too late to go on your first real train ride.

In the meantime I'll just keep driving around in the Max-Mobile in my quest to become the first Scottish-Swiss-Irish-German-American to put a million miles on a Chevy Tahoe.  I'm not goal oriented but holding the unofficial Arkansas State Record for continuous rope-jumping by a 57 year old man, is getting old.  I need to go at least one better.  1,000,000 miles on a Chevy Tahoe might just be the ticket to further stardom.  A solid train ride could put me in the running for an Oscar, as the bar for that award seems to be fairly low from what I can tell.

I'll try to keep you posted on assorted stuff like this.  Judging by how much time a couple of my extended family members spend fixated on their personal hand-held devices, some are probably to a point where they're having a difficult time coming finding things they haven't already read at least a couple times:)