A recent conversation with a certain giggling girl-child has given me much laughter and cause to contemplate something that has been a natural and accepted behavior by many of my relatives. In my musings, I have realized that this frequent activity is not something I have observed as common among my city friends, but does seem to be prevalent amongst my rural associates. I think it is what we shall refer to as a "country custom". A custom, by all rights is acceptable to the participating population. For example, the eating of bugs appears on the Discovery Channel as being something many in the Asian cultures accept as delicacies. That's fine for them. I prefer my bugs fricasseed in the bug zapper, personally. Or smashed in a boot heel/cement sandwich. The country custom that some may find objectionable, but for which I draw much enjoyment is the goosing of various family derrieres. That's right, I pinch hineys. I remember my grandmother engaging in this fo
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.