I love puppies
Tonight we watched Where the Red Fern Grows because Dave Matthews is in it. I haven’t read that book in years but it seemed to stick to the book relatively well. It wasn’t anything to write home about (but write internets about…YOU BETCHA!) because all of the really dramatic scenes were strangely anti-climactic but I cried like a baby at the end, just like I cried like a baby at the end of the book.
Growing up in Oklahoma, you’re kind of force-fed things by Wilson Rawls. Or at least we were. Maybe because we were only loosely disconnected from the Ozarks? We were the Ozarks by proxy or something. Anyway, I grew up reading WTRFG and Summer of the Monkeys several times a year. I’m looking forward to getting a library card so I can check them out and read them again.
Also? Dave was really hot in overalls. That is all.