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Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

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Aubrey Radford, 80 of Dalhart, passed away on Sunday, January 16, A Graveside Service is scheduled for PM on Tuesday, January

Man, some parts got me mad too. Dirty graffiti near Hardaway Street, oh man, I just loose my cool – “I pity the fool who messes with my sacred grounds!” Those spots need tender lovin' care, friend. But even then, it shows how raw and real Dalhart is.

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