Today I’d like to introduce you to a new friend. His name is Merle… and yes, he’s a Pandora station.
Up until recently, I never really let myself get to know Merle and his buds. For my formative years we ran in different circles. Back then I almost exclusively hung out with guys like Kurt, Eddie and Trent. Merle never showed up for road trips or hung out at keggers. Sure, there were younger distant relatives of his I met during those years, but we never clicked as they were too shallow and glittery.
But now I know Merle and have come around to appreciate his family.
Merle is real. Merle has soul. Merle is perfect company and likes coming along when I mow a couple acres at the new house, burn brush, clean firearms, or tip a few cold ones out in the garage. Cliche? Oh well.
You think you don’t like Merle? Dwight? Willie? Have you ever tried to get to know them? Sometimes they’ll make you laugh. They’ll always make you think.
Do me a favor and give old Merle a chance.