Jerry the Jokester.
In describing the October Blogmeet at Eric’s Place, I wrote the following about Jerry from Back Home Again:
Jerry arrived later, and on the following day slipped away just long enough to return dressed in overalls and a “Tractor Supply Company†ball cap. He was carrying a bale of hay in one hand and a bale of straw in the other, just so I could finally learn the difference. He also gifted me with a genuine home-grown ear of corn. It was funny as hell, but I did finally learn the hay-straw distinction. There is no substitute for visual aids, particularly for the farm-challenged. I promised that next year I would show up in overalls. I must have been drunk at the time.
Little did I know that, on that very day, Jerry had already hatched yet another plan.
I learned of his scheme a few days ago when a package, wrapped in plain, brown paper arrived at the House by the Parkway. I recognized the name on the return address and wondered why would Jerry be sending me a package.
I shoulda known.
Inside the box was a collection of things that were as foreign to a Northeast Jersey guy as cow shit, silos and combines.
The first thing that caught my eye was the license plate pictured above. Next, I saw a “Farm Boy†teen shirt, a pair of work gloves and an Indy Tractor Ball Cap. Then I found the clincher – my very own pair of Big Smith denim overalls. The real gottdamn deal.
Oh, and lest I forget, the package also contained a Big Smith bluegrass CD, which will set the mood when I don my new farmer duds.
I think I laughed for ten minutes.
Ol’ Jerry pulled this off with the help of a few co-conspirators in order to get my address and my sizes. They included the Wiseass Jooette, who contacted Ken, my friend and bodyguard, who in turn contacted Mrs. Parkway to find out just how large my waist is and how short my legs are.
Obviously, Jerry intends to hold me to my beer-fueled promise to show up next year in overalls, which I will do, and I will also be sporting my Farm Boy tee shirt, my work gloves and my Indy Tractor cap over my great farookin’ hair.
Maybe I should sell tickets.
A great big thanks to Jerry for his boundless sense of humor, his thoughtfulness and his generosity. I’d also like to thank his co-conspirators for their part in helping to pull it all off.
There is just one problem with wearing bib overalls..they are so gotdam comfortable that you get used to them and want to wear them all the time.
Hell, my bibs is about all I wear during cool weather unless I am going somewhere important like Wally World and then I put on blue jeans and a shirt..the yankees in the winter time look at me funny when they see the bibs…well, the yankees look at me funny most of the time..maybe it ain’t the bibs…
Comment by GUYK — November 28, 2007 @ 10:26 pm
I love bibs!! Have several pair.
A jersey-ite in bibs, etc……..there better be lots of pics…heh.
Comment by Jean — November 28, 2007 @ 10:44 pm
ROFLMAO!!! So you finally got it did you. I have GOT to see you in those overalls.
Comment by Teresa — November 28, 2007 @ 11:15 pm
A shame, Hairboy, you pack all that fancy new gear, yet probably still won’t be able to beat me in a game of straight pool. And youse bettah be nice to the Jooette, since she is in possession of the numbers showing just how close to the ground your ass really is, and it ain’t much higher up than mine. Happy Farming, Tractorboy.
Comment by Wiseass Jooette — November 29, 2007 @ 4:59 am
Don’t be a tease. I want to see a picture of you wearing the overalls. No photoshop trickery, now.
Comment by jim britton — November 29, 2007 @ 7:29 am
OK. THAT? Is priceless…….
I’m NOT missin’ next year’s meet. That’s for damn sure. I have GOT to see that!!!
Comment by Tammi — November 29, 2007 @ 7:45 am
Holy crap! That there is funny! I gotta see pics!
Comment by oddybobo — November 29, 2007 @ 9:09 am
I think I’ll start my own blog just to get an invite to see this next year!
Comment by LeeAnn — November 29, 2007 @ 10:09 am
I’m with LeeAnn. Blogging just to see you in overalls.
Comment by jck — November 29, 2007 @ 12:23 pm
Here…… over-alls are dress up clothes like shoes when you are going to town, a funeral, a wedding or Dranking……that ought to clear things up for you big city folks for proper rural dress etiquette.
Oh! by the way we wear the hats with the brim to the front to shade our eyes from the sun or the barroom lights if you happen to resting on the floor.
Comment by dudley1 — November 29, 2007 @ 12:54 pm
That was a good idea. I was going to send you a real dead gator head, but my wife said it would smell to bad for UPS to pickup.
Comment by Catfish — November 29, 2007 @ 4:08 pm
Cat,
I am eternally grateful to Mrs. Catfish.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — November 29, 2007 @ 7:57 pm
Jimbo,
Just getting caught up on the blogs down here in Hoos-ton. I think once you wear the bibs you will be hooked. They are not form-fitting. Kinda like the male version of the muu-muu. Just make sure the sides are snapped. Otherwise you may be giving a peep show.
Glad you enjoyed it. I had fun putting the package together.
Comment by Jerry — December 1, 2007 @ 2:57 pm