I keep hearing Sarah Palin talk about what mavericks she and John McCain are. Mavericks?
I thought the Mavericks were the father and son Democratic U.S. senators from Texas in the early and mid 20th century. Or, better yet, the fictional but loveable ne’er-do-well itinerent gambling brothers, Bret and Bart, whose passions were poker and women.
Here are the lyrics (do you remember the tune?)
Who was the tall dark stranger there?
Maverick is his name.
Riding the trail to who knows where,
Luck is his companion,
Gambling is his game.
Oh, what the heck. It’s loose thread time. So, as my dear old pappy used to say, post away.