Happy 60th Birthday—Copper Love!

Late this afternoon, Tony and I went to Kerrville to run a few errands. When we returned to the rescue ranch, I called Kinky to let him know that we were back.

“Kerrville is more socked in with fog, than we are,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Bob K. is over here, and Copper is about to leave,” Kinky said. “Why don’t you and Tony come over and shoot a game of pool with us? Just a minute, Nance—Copper wants to talk to you.”

“Hello Cousin Nancy,” Copper said. “I’ve got a problem and I need your and Tony’s help!”

“Sure, what do you need?” I asked.

“The other day, I rescued a dove with a broken wing,” Copper said. “I’m looking for a large wire cage that I can put branches, etc. into it, so it can exercise. All I have is a parakeet cage, which is too small.”

“Copper, let me talk to Tony, and I’ll get back to you,” I said. “Are you fixin’ to leave?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because, Tony and I are fixin’ to go over to the Lodge—give us just a minute and we will be over there.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you at the gate,” Copper said.

Tony needed to go check on the dogs, so I went over to the Lodge by myself. I met up with Copper at the gate. She was sitting inside ‘Ruby Tuesday,’ her Red Miata—with the top down! As always, Copper was wearing her cap, and trademark smile. “Hi Copper!” I said.

“Hi Cousin Nancy,” Copper said. “Are you going to drive back to Kerrville with the top down? It’s foggier in Kerrville, than it is out here.”

“Yes, I am,” Copper stated. “I love this kind of weather.”

We talked for a few minutes more, and before leaving, Copper said. “Today’s my 60th Birthday! I just had to tell someone.”

“Wow Copper, I didn’t know—Happy 60th Birthday!”

“Thank you,” she said, “I have got to get on the road before it gets dark. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Copper drove off, and I drove up to the Lodge and went inside.

Our friend, Bob K. and Kinky were having a discussion, so I went outside to visit with Kinky’s slightly overweight dogs. Not that I have any room to talk about being overweight, but they are truly starting to look like barrels with toothpicks for legs. I just look like Frosty the Snowman.

When I came back inside, so did The Friedmans. Kinky gave them some treats and then he suggested that Bob K. and I shoot a friendly game of pool. Bob K. suggested that we put some money on the game and I said, “I only play for pennies, and a nickel is my limit.” The bets were off—Bob K. had no pennies—just bills.

Bob K. racked up the balls, and the fun began. I shot like I usually do—poorly. In no time at all, Bob K. cleared the table, and won the game! Then Kinky challenged him to a game of pool.

Bob K. racked up the balls, and took the first shot. The game between The Hummingbird Man and Bob K. didn’t last long at all. It was like Kinky would sink two balls and then Bob K. would sink two balls, etc. Bob K. nearly had the game won, when he hit the eight ball, and it fell short of going into the pocket by about an eighth of an inch. The Hummingbird Man then walked up, called the pocket, took his stance, and then sunk the black ball with ease!

Bob K. one—The Hummingbird Man one—Cousin Nancy zero.

Knowing that I had interrupted their meeting, I said my goodbyes, and then drove Trigger, over the river and through the woods—to the trailer.

Happy 60th Birthday Copper Love! The next time that you are with Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones—please tell them Cousin Nancy is one of their oldest living fans, and would love to meet them. And, Copper if that is not possible, could you please just get them to sign something for me? I'd do it for you!