@edgarblythe,
Well, hello, edgar. How are you today? I remember the term "city slicker".
I also recall I'm a Plain Old Country Boy; a cornbread lovin' country boy. I get drunk on Saturday, but I go to church on Sunday. I'm a plain ole country boy, a cornbread lovin' country boy I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule when the sun comes up on Monday.

I need to check that out.
Our poem for today
The Eagle
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Ah, the power of the brief, folks.