By popular, or at least duo demand, I present...the BARn that Hick Built. Along with his two older boys, when they were 11 and 13, too young to be very afraid when he put them up top, screwing sheet metal to the roof trusses.
Here's the exterior, from a while back, now missing the basketball goal and the disembodied truck bed, but retaining the burn pile out front. Also, there is now a garage-type door without flea market license plates.
Of course, every BARn worth its name has a bar. This is on the second level, which has also been revamped. But around these parts, we live in the past, and seldom update our picture library. If you look closely, you will see what Jeff Foxworthy refers to as the working TV on top of the nonworking TV. It's for tapes and DVDs only. No reception in the BARn.
Some of Hick's collector memorabilia is housed in his BARn loft. The John Deere family, for instance. If I could hire the esteemed Ms. Dolly Parton to operate a theme park
called Hick's BARnland Adventures, I'm sure she would wow the crowd with
her homespun wisdom. Such as, "It takes a lot of money to make a fan
look this filthy."
The latest addition is the Coca Cola booth. Handcrafted by Hick. Mind
your butts and wear brand-new overalls or Levis 501 jeans before they've
been washed. Or else you might be spendin' a night splinter-pickin'
your nether regions.
That's all I've got for now. Like I said, the Ol' Red BARn, she ain't what she used to be. Some so-called improvements have been made. But this will give you a general idea of how things operate here at Hick's BARnland Adventures.
The lower level is off limits, due to possible scouts from Hoarding: Buried Alive, trolling Blogland for a new season. Don't think Hick stacks hay in there. It's like a discarded tool wonderland. Hick never met a tool he didn't like.
He's a crafty son-of-a-gun. Maybe he can pitch that as a TV series. Crafty Son-of-a-Gun: One Man Making Treasures Out of Another Man's Trash.