Miles and Miles of Texas

 

Back in Texas! After a month and some change I have returned home. We left just enough furniture in Dover to present the house there to prospective buyers. The drive home was uneventful. We had a crew waiting and three ours after our arrival the truck was unloaded and returned. I was pleasantly surprised this morning that my Kurig was in good health and even though my charging cord for my cart is missing, it’s fully charged and I’m in an area where charging cords are to be had!


I have learned a lot in the last three years. I have learned about what I call “The myth of family.” Family are those who support you. Everyone else is on the menu. Money talks and should you have some all the have nots will walk toward you. The universal law of attraction. Keep a pretty one and run all the other ones off. 


I am abandoning this and all other myths and throwing myself headfirst into Witt & Wittier. First, I need to teach my partner, Vic Quinton, to count to one! I believe right now we are in some level of production/distribution on three films so any of you who have 20 or 30 mil laying around with nothing to do, call us!


Dover was not Branson. Not to cast aspersions on that town, just say there are some things better left alone. Dover is like an ex-wife’s kid sister . . . the reason for the divorce. Yeah, THAT one! Pretty face, pretty hair, dirty drawers. Dover will always hold a special place in my wallet. 


The next quarter will be exciting for us and ya’ll. While I was “up north” Kielia did her thing world wide with three more international awards. That girl do make her rounds. My hat forever off to Ashy Seal and Rusty Joiner who put flesh on our images and gave them to the world. As you may or may not know in the final scene of the movie Brad and Kielia were wed. With Jesus officiating. Beat THAT Joel Osteen! But it makes you wonder where they spent the honeymoon. Oh, my bad. They were married in Austin. Willie’s house. 


Witt & Wittier will continue to provide good, wholesome, informative material to the believers for as long as Jesus don’t yell, “CUT!” Where you see our two horses your children are safe to ride, and to the liberals and their woke minds we ask, “ What did you come to the desert to see?”


IHS



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