I was asked to repost this -- and since I spent yesterday wrapping Christmas presents and have no new pictures, I'm happy to oblige---
Imagining voices of the past echoing through the abandoned school bus . . .
We was up late last night handing baccer . . . I'm like to yawn my head off . . .It don't matter; you can sleep through Math like you always do . . . That ol Shane he thinks he's something, him and them fancy shoes with the little lights on them. . . Loookit them big kids in the back-- he's got his hand up her shirt . . . You uns goin to the Christmas party?. . .
This old bus stinks . . . That's the third time this month it broke down . . . Mack says he reckons some of them transplanted hippies'll buy it . . .
Far out! The Big Blue Dream Machine . . .There's room in here for all of us -- put some bunks back there, leave the seats up here. . . Rainbow's got a trust fund -- she'll pay for new tires and Denver and George say they can get it running again . . . Fire up that doobie . . .So, San Francisco? Mexico? Canada . . .
No, the church bought it from some of those hippies that were living up in that old chicken house on the Brynum place. Those dudes spent most of a year trying to get it running and finally gave up -- most of them had moved on anyway and the feller that held the title was happy to get shed of it. Travis got it going with no trouble all except the heater. We're taking the youth group to Carowinds this Saturday and cold as it is, we told 'em to bring blankets so 's they don't freeze . . .
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer . . . Donnie's mother says we hadn't ought to be singing about no beer . . . She ought to have seen Donnie last week at the campout. . . . Amazing grace, how sweet the sound . . . I thought Tanya was one of them took that Wait Till Marriage pledge . . . And I thought she said she'd broke up with Shane . . . Look there in the back, under that blanket . . .