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I was somewhat confused when I walked into The Flat Rock General Store the other morning. There was a dozen or more people already a floating around inside, some of the folk I had not seen in a while.ďż˝
Then it hit me, there’s no more football games and huntin’ season is over. Slim was a grin from ear to ear, he hadn’t enjoyed this much pure company in over four months. I myself had not seen Farlow Wedge dressed in nothing but Mossy Oak camo huntin’ clothes in over four months and, wait a minute, his pick-up has been washed and the four wheeler is not on back. The close of huntin’ season and the end of football season has brought ’em out of the woodwork. But wait, what’s there to do?�
Surprise!!! There’s always plenty of things to do for entertainment down at the Flat Rock General Store. It’s like the olden days down at the store.�
Slim had already set up two tables for Rook card playin’ close to the old pot bellied heater in the rear of the store. One set of cards included the ones (means you’re able to make 180 points) and the other table had twelves as high cards (means the most that you can make is 120). Most times the professional old hands play with the ones. They really play for keeps, shoot the moon, make every hand, on and on. I assume ya’ll know how to play and keep score. Growing up as a youngster it was a high honor any time you were asked to set in or play with the older folks; it meant you were pretty good and that you probably had made the big time – I mean advanced passed the twelves table.
Older people talk about growin’ up with the Opry for night time entertainment. My memories are of the neighbors coming over on Friday or Saturday night and playing Rook well into the night.�
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