Nostalgia

[Gil Sissons]

I had a old friend named 'Red". Red never went anywhere fast.
Fastest I can remember was on the straights him doing 45mph.
When someone would "Fly" past Red....in his slow...monotone voice say...
"Go ahead on her buddy...Hell aint half full!"
When one of those souped up Honda Civics goes flying around me I
still remember Red...and..."Go ahead on her Buddy...Hell aint half full!"
Still brings a smile to my face every time!
Gil NoCal