Age Creeps up on You!

Willy is a little older now and a little slower. There are those that would say that Willy has always been a little slow. - Not sure if they mean that physically or mentally - just kidding.

Willy does realize that as another year creeps by that the body and the brain seem to slow down a little bit more. Wished I could get the job and life to slow down like the body and the brain do.

Well - life goes by whether we like it or not. The only thing that Willy can do is to try to make each day the best day of my life.

Is it time for bed yet! Oh! Sorry about asking that question - it is only about 1:00 in the afternoon on Sunday - just time for my nap.

Might blog some later if I have the energy!

Willy - Secretary of Agriculture for Texas Fred!

Copied from Willy's Other Blog at Life In America

What a privilege it is!

I have been nominated by Texas Fred to be a member of his cabinet in his bid for the Presidency.

I have the privilege in the fact that the original name of my site was Agriculture in America - Since changed to Life in America - as Secretary of Agriculture.

I am a little upset however and would like to make a pitch that as editor in Chief of the blog - Hillbilly Willy that I didn't get Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. Nobody knows doublewides, polyster curtains, and suburban development like Willy does.

Also, Willy is the author of the blog Arkansas - A great Place to Live. And we all know that Arkansas is the great home of Ms. Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, and Mike Huckabee. What better credentials does Willy need than that to be at Least VP under the Great Texas Fred. Also, I originated in Fred's Home state of Texas. GREAT QUALIFICATIONS FOR WHATEVER!

EXCUSE ME FOR A WHILE - WILLY GOT TO GET BACK ON THE TRASH TRUCK AND FINISH MY ROUTE!

Here is his list for Cabinet Members:

Vice President: American and Proud
Sec. of Defense: Long Live the Republic
Sec. of State: Jenn of the JungleS
ec. of Education: LittleOleLady
Sec. of Agriculture: Agriculture in America
Dept. of Justice: Bloviating Zeppelin
Dept. of Energy: The Ranando Report
Sec. of Transportation: American Truckers at War
Dept. of Energy: Radioactive Liberty
Veterans Affairs: Charming, Just Charming
Homeland Security: Big Dog’s Weblog
Housing and Urban Development: Big White Hat
Treasury: Isn’t it Rich
Dept. of Labor: Demediacratic Nation
Health and Human Services: ARRA News Service
Dept. of the Interior: Planck’s Constant
U.N. Ambassador: YID With LID
Press Secretary: Basti Says
Presidential Adviser: Isn’t it Rich (My Rove)

The Mini Harmonica Melody

This is a living Norman Rockwell Moment. The Gulfport Senior Citizens Harmonica club is slow starting but worth waiting for! Listen to the 2:36 seconds and enjoy this!

Metal Cabinets for your Garage

Willy done knows that everyone could use some metal cabinets in the garage. Willy bought some a while back and it makes all the difference in storing away all those NASCAR gadgets that I have (some people call them tools).

Well at CarGuyGarage.com you can find over 1,000 products to make your garage another room in your house. They carry a few different lines of metal cabinets for garages that are an easy home improvement project adding value and storage to your home.

Can you use metal cabinets in your garage? What do you store in your garage that you can put in metal cabinets? Which of our metal cabinet lines would you put in your garage?

Willy done knows that all his NASCAR buddies need something from CarGuyGarage.com .

Take a look over there. Willy says you'll be glad you did!

10-4 Willy

Gene Autry - 100 Years

Today is a great occassion -the 100th Birthday of Public Cowboy #1 Gene Autry

He was not just a cowboy, and singing cowboy entertainer, but he was a model American. Owner of the Angels baseball team, and the only person to this day to have a star on the Hollywood walk of Fame in ALL 5 categories.

He is a man among men. He is a true hero,

Where are these type of heroes today? Thanks Gene! May your true story live on for generations!

Read more at Conservative Cowboy

Ben Stein's Last Column

Willy done found this column written by Ben Stein. Thought it was very appropriate along with a Political Statement cartoon today that said something like this"



"WE AS AMERICANS WITH HEAVY HEARTS, SADDENED BY THE STATE OF OUR NATION AND BY THE FACT THAT WE HAVE MANY YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN IN DANGERS WAY IN IRAQ, VERY SADLY DRAG OURSELVES OUT OF OUR EASY CHAIRS, FROM IN FRONT OF THE BALL GAME AND GO FOR ANOTHER DREADFUL ADVENTURE OF SHOPPING AT THE MALL!
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Ben Stein 's Last Column...


For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.

Ben Stein's Last Column...
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How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end..

It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It sti ll brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.


Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.

They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit , Iraq . He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.

But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York . I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.


Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein

THIS IS A BIG 10-4 ---Willy
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Carnival of the Recipes - Willy's Squirrell Stew- a joke!

Willy done sent in his recipe of Squirrel Stew for Carnival of Recipes last week. The topic was diet food. Willy thought there could be nothing better if you were on a diet than a recipe of good lean squirrel meat served over a bed of nutritious Arkansas Rice.

Well, what Willy didn't know was that they might find some humor in that recipe. Here is what they had to say.

"For the funny bone:

Hillbilly Willy presents Cajun Squirrel Stew posted at Hillbilly Willy -Fun, Food & Politics. Goodness knows just considering Squirrel Stew would make me ravenous for a salad."

Well my thoughts would be: Yeah, thats right this stew might make Willy want to put a few scrambled squirrel brains over some lettuce. That would probably be more of a diet food than squirrel stew.

Thanks for the suggestion

10-4 Willy