I live on the West side (aka Best side) of Roan Street

This afternoon Becky was out doing her Hospice nursing duties, so I was out killing myself doing yardwork (and most likely catching more poison ivy).

At about 7:15pm I'm out in the front yard and happen to notice a guy down the hill walking up the street.  The first thought that pops into my head is "Wow... that guy looks just like Stevie Wonder".  Seriously with the tight braids and beads and everything.

At about 7:45pm I'm still out in the front yard and happen to notice a guy down the hill walking up the street.  The first thought that pops into my head is "Wow... that guy looks just like Charlie Daniels".  Seriously with the white beard, hat, cowboy boots and everything.

Both of these gentleman had the following in common:

1. They both stopped to chat.  And were both really nice.
   
2. They both commented that my dog has really large paws.  Which is true.
3. They both essentially said my house would be beautiful if I'd do some work to it.  Yeah I know.
4. They both a few minutes after passing my place walked back by with a bag of Miller High Life from the White's down the road.  Seriously.

 In hindsight, I should have figured out where they went.  After then I shoudl have gone to White's myself and nabbed a case of Miller High Life and invited them to hang out.  Stevie and Charlie both together would have been good for at least a weekend's worth of stories.

Disclaimer: No... I was not on acid when I was doing yard work.  This really happened.