No matter where a man finds his self; front porch, camp fire, or set atop a trusty mount, every now and then he jes' has to stop and do a little thoughtful ramblin', set a spell and get things put in perspective. Maybe he rambles to his self or maybe with a pard. My late pard, Brother Bob, jes' calls this sort of activity "Spit & Whittle" time. That's what were doin' here. Jes' spittin' & whittlin'. Glad you stopped by.