The gang stumbled in around 3 or 4 A.M. and placed the frogs in a burlap sack and watered it down so the frogs could live until morning when their hind legs would be guillotined and fried up for breakfast with eggs, and it was damn good, what a treat that truly was indeed.
Hondo and Tim met up with Jimmy and Donnie Cross for whom both would be enduring lifetime friends; their dad played poker with Jimmy Cross in the poker room behind the nightclub called the Blue Knob, the nightclub was nestled in the heartland of the backbone from where Abraham Lincoln himself was reared and born just 15 miles or so from Hodgenville, the mornings off those knobs would be a bluish haze until the sun would evaporate the condensation that lingered there in each holler and clustered and protruding hill, something very majestic to behold and yet so evanescent. But, their dad hooked the brothers up with cleaning the nightclub and the poker room which was great money back then, they mopped and sanitized the nightclub on Saturday and Sunday mornings, and on Fridays would clean the poker room.
The parking lot was filled with scattered cans(which they saved which gave them extra cash), bottles, and debris but nothing boosted their morale than finding money scattered all over, mostly ones but sometimes tens and twenties and all in all they loved their new job.
Hondo eventually graduated from Nelson County school with great honors too, and he enrolled in college at the University of Kentucky in the fall, Tim never shown his weakness to Hondo yet, but he truly was devastated to lose his brother to college, this separation wrought great depression toward Tim. Hondo left for college and rarely came home, Tim missed his brother yet missed his counseling more than anything, Tim cleaned the Blue Knob by himself and sent Kevin money whenever he asked for it, he was entitled to that. Tim grew up quick after that.
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