04/30/2026
He comes from a tougher generation, has some stories from the war, and some battle scars we don’t talk about.
In his younger days he tore up the town & made the ladies blush. He’s missing an ear from a bar fight at a Ho**ey tonk on hwy 1 some years back . He was a lover , a fighter , & damn good shot.
Smoked a pack a day of roll your owns while chewing Copenhagen straight & washed it down with a whisky neat. Brushes his teeth with Coors light and never spits.
He’s battle worn, been there, done that.
I think Willie Nelson may have wrote a song about him once, or so legend has it anyway.
But alas all legends have a final chapter and well Ole Henny has entered the no F’s given stage of life where he his happy eating mash and napping!
So for now he will hang with his younger pals and tell the stories of the good ole days that they can’t even appreciate fully.
His hot nurse (me) will bring him mash and listen to him ramble on while keeping him happy all the days of his life.
Carry on ol buddy. Here’s to all the good ole hippies of life! Gritty, kind, and real as it gets.
✌️🍃🫏
