Crockett is dead, Long live Crockett

When I heard the news today that Fess Parker had died I started thinking about years past. I like alot of people my age and older had a coon skin cap and could sing the ballad of davey crockett by heart. It seemed  much more simple back then. Of course in my case, my cap wasn't store bought due to the fact that my uncle would go coon hunting on a regular basis and he was the one that had it made from one of the coons that he himself had shot and skinned. I don't think about back then often, for after a certain point live wasn't that great. In fact if there ever was a poster for a dysfunctional family we were it. And maybe thats why I developed such a strange sense of humor.