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Lucky is home for the day, using up the last of his paid vacation time before the end of the year, and we've been doing various chores -- hanging Christmas lights and cleaning the garage, mostly. Now he's on to telephone calls; Mama Ticky has fallen prey to the Patriot Act and can't deposit a large payment check from a land deal without a ton of paperwork involved.

Lucky's trying to wade through the red tape for her, and it's fascinating to see him swap out from the normal barely-audible accent he uses with us and at his job to the Deep Down Home Country mannerisms he uses whenever he's dealing with old family friends (the lawyer helping her out) and relatives.

He actually said his mother was "all a twitter about this here land deal".

Lucky, master chameleon and part-time good ol boy. Gawblessim.