Every now and then Cecil, a man who has lived in the area for a long time, wanders up to the rock yard to jaw a little while...the only problem is, no one can understand a word he says! He sounds like Farmer Fran from that movie The Water Boy. About the only thing he's said I've ever understood is, "There's a lot of boogers in the world". Once he tried to offer me a piece of bubble gum, but after three tries, he finally held it up and laughed, before he tossed it to me.   I'm not making fun of him. He's uniquely ours and good for a smile. My brother said "Farmer Cecil" could be asking him if he's ever thought about jumping off a cliff and splattering his guts all over the rocks, and my brother would still nod his head and grin. My brother does a hilarious voice imitation of Cecil that cracks me up every time.

One morning we all suddenly stopped packing and busting rock and stared in opened-mouthed surprise while watching a man walk up the road. He was dressed in a long, brown leather duster (something like Wyatt Earp would wear...heck he could've been Wyatt Earp, for all we knew   , cowboy boots complete with a cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes, and a bit of long hair peeking from beneath the back. He never looked up...just kept plodding along until he disappeared around a bend in the road.

Ghost, perhaps?

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