Belle

A little girl asked her Mom, "Mom, may I take Belle for a walk around the block?"

Mom replies, "No, because she is in heat."

"What's that mean?" asked the child. Mom replied, "Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage."

The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you."

Dad said, "Bring Belle over here." He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said "OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time around the block."

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, "Where's Belle?"

The little girl shrugged and said, "She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so another dog is pushing her home."

Wind

It bloweth my putts uphill,
It bloweth my ball from my tee,
It bloweth my hat from my noggin.

It rocketh me back,
It rocketh me forward,
It rocketh me side to side.

It maketh my ball go short,
It maketh my ball go too far,
It maketh my ball go crooked.

It bloweth sand in my face,
It bloweth grass in my eyes,
It bloweth cactus into my shins.

It maketh me cuss,
It maketh me swear,
It maketh me yell and scream.

It maketh me want to quit,
It maketh me want to leave,
It maketh me totally confused.

So why do I play this game of golf,
In a wind where the birds are walking?
Because it’s what I love to do!
And now it's time to stop talking.

Whoa

Whoa, partner..! What’s this here Denny fella doin’..?

A blog..? What in darnation is a blog..? Hold on….uh huh, uh huh…OK…Mister Ed just ‘splained to me what the hell a blog thingie was…

So..this here Denny fella is gonna write things for ya’ll to read..? What the hell does he wanna do that fer..? Ain’t he ever heard of a little thing called privacy..?

I’ll tell ya’ll, sometimes it gets to be quite a burden sharin’ a body with this here Denny fella. I done got suspicions that I’m gonna have to work harder to keep him under control..! Damnation..!

Anyways, I hope he doesn’t offend any of ya’ll. You can sleep peaceful-like that I’ll be here working hard on him from the inside. A blog…sheesh…sounds like someting you need alkyhol fer..

Adios,

Bronco

Here we go

After several weeks of considering a blog, and with the urging of some good friends, it looks like I'm gonna do it.

Why "High Altitude"? After reading some of the nonsense I'm liable to print here, some of you may wonder if I'm getting enough oxygen to my brain. Although that is a distinct possibility, the truth is that I live at 4700 feet above sea level.

Who am I? I'm a 55 year old man (going on 25), semi-retired (as in retired from a 32 year job, then returning to work), married for 30+ years, father of two adult sons, a father-in-law, a grandfather, an avid golfer and, according to some people, a genuine nutcase.

At this point, I have no idea what I'm liable to print here, but possible topics may include comments on my golf game, politics, women, family, the workplace, the media, government and women. (Hmmm...there may have been a duplication in that last sentence.)

Anyway...stand by, world...this could get interesting.