As Long As Old Men Sit And Talk About The Weather photos by Joe Clark downtown Lynchburg, Tennessee circa 1970 Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 28 thoughts on “As Long As Old Men Sit And Talk About The Weather” Add yours Either the weather or baseball. Both, well heartfelt discussions and enriching history especially the traditions of baseball. America’s pastime game. LikeLike Reply “…and as long as old women talk about old men.” I read where RT got re-married. I guess he’s gonna’ love somebody else forever and ever. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I just heard that, too! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply He leaves Lib. ends up drunk. naked and in a car crash. So that should tell him something. LikeLike I think he was parked in front of a church, too. This new wife looks younger than the former one. I hope she’s not in it for the money, now that he had that stroke. LikeLiked by 1 person So cool Kerbey – a feeling of timelessness. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Right? LikeLike Reply So if two farmers stand below a sign, does that imply “Moore Farmers”? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Good one, Fannie! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Ah Lynchburg, the poster city of schizophrenia. Where the make Jack Daniels but you cannot buy it there. Any wonder they sit and thinks and sometimes just sits. Cue Randy. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Randy Baxter? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply The late great Macho Man Randy Savage. The wrestler known for the chin lock and signature catch phrase “Ooooh yeah…..” LikeLiked by 1 person And here I thought you meant Randy the famous Jack Daniels tour guide. I have heard of Randy Savage. He snapped it to a Slim Jim in some very gaudy glasses and cowboy hat. LikeLike This makes me feel good about life, when I see people relaxing and sitting on sidewalks or porches. Quite neighborly of them! Smiles. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yes, I agree. Something comforting and familiar. They said it was a population of 400–I can’t relate to that, but i can relate to the pics! LikeLike Reply My father-in-law meets friends at a local cafe in his small town one morning a week and am certain they talk about the weather. That’s one way I’ll know I’m getting old–I’ll start chattering to you about how warm is it in Texas and tel you how warm it is in Minnesota. 😉 Great series of photos here, K-bee. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Well, it IS always changing, so it’s a constant subject. Thanks, Liz. LikeLike Reply Why is it that the standing man in the third photo caught my eye so much? I think it’s just the weird way he’s standing… who stands like that? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It is weird, like he’s showing how he got handcuffed or something. Such a strange place to put your hands. LikeLike Reply The fellers would be drinking, but it’s a dry county. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Ironic! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yes, I always thought so! 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Love it, could be any country town in Australia….! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Baz. LikeLike Reply I think if I was Mr. Moore I would push to name my son Lester just so I could call him Les and make him be known as Les Moore, Kerbey. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply He would always be at odds with himself! LikeLike Reply All the girls in town say he’s got his pluses and minuses, Kerbey. LikeLiked by 1 person Yin and yang… LikeLike Observation and Interpretation: Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.