Back in the late 1980’s and early 90’s, Willie Nelson inserted himself into some deep shit by sheltering a good bulk of his income from his tax returns. Once busted, his life got pretty dark and desperate pretty quickly. In an effort to clear his debts, Willie had to go back on the road full time, record albums, and send most of what he earned back to Uncle Sam. All that desperation gave way to full-on despair. Then, he figured something out:
“When I started counting my blessings rather than my curses, my whole life turned around.”
Now… Willie Nelson doesn’t have a damned thing to do with traditional hot rods or customs. He’s just an old bar room guitar player with a pension for the ick. But, the old fart makes a pretty good point… and it’s one I always think about this time of the year.
I am so thankful for you guys that putting into words somehow cheapens it, but I’m gonna do it anway:
THANK YOU FELLAS. I love ya all… and I hope you all have a happy Thanksgiving while counting your own blessings. I’ll be busy as hell counting my own until Monday or so… See y’all then!