Mosquitoes are the only folks around here who work nights. One for the porch, one for the boat.

Everything out here floats, sinks, or waits. The porch light is on.

My hat has a hole in it, and that is how the breeze gets in. Get two pairs, and a spare for whatever floats by.

There is a heron out yonder that thinks it owns the place, and I let it. Get two pairs, and a spare for whatever floats by.

My hat has a hole in it, and that is how the breeze gets in. One for the porch, one for the boat.

I had a story about a catfish, but the catfish got away, and so did the story. Ain't nobody ever regretted a spare out here.

It is hot enough to boil a thought, so I keep them simple. One for the porch, one for the boat.

Everything out here floats, sinks, or waits. Two is a fine number, three is a gathering.