Just like NFL players who say, “The Ohio State University” during player introductions, when talking about our website we like to say, “The Country Classics.” It’s hard to confuse Western Swing music and real classic country music with equestrian events and other things. I would look silly in one of those outfits anyway.

Today’s Internet is a crowded place, but I don’t want the casual visitor to type the address incorrectly. Given enough time I’m sure Google will make finding us a little easier. Digital Rodeo, MySpace, and a few others help us too. When I pick a website I try to match the web address with the exact nature of the content, and our content strives to keep real country music alive.

Western swing, traditional country music legends, honky-tonk, and cowboy poetry have a home on The Country Classics. Between college and our business efforts I’ve probably written enough to kill a tree or two, but at The Country Classics I’m able to write about something I love.

Long after I’m gone my kids can look at The Country Classics and say, “Yes, that was Dad doing what he liked so much.” My biggest fear is one of my grandchildren finding his or her way to the wrong website. For want of the letter “S”, or lacking the word “the”, the grandkids could get quite a shock, sending the family lineage off in left field somewhere.

If I were already gone, obviously I would not be around to defend myself. Whether my children choose to defend me remains to be seen. The reason for that is simple. If a person types “Country Classics Windsor Missouri” in a Google search, they find my Windsor Missouri website at the top of search results.

At my Windsor Missouri website I promote the City of Windsor, but one also sees articles about how we came close to setting the county trash truck on fire, why you shouldn’t mix plants and watermelons at a plant sale, and what not to say after you pull your trailer through your wife’s new flowerbeds.

Add that to what the general public does not know about my family. Living overseas as a child, I learned to speak English partially from foreigners. What a retarded idea that was. I didn’t know I talked funny, until I was rejected for admission by the Los Angeles public school system for reasons I won’t explain.

Although all of these stories are true, now you see why my kids might not defend me. Shoot, they might not even claim to know me. If one of the grandkids said “I saw Grandpa on the internet wearing a pink ballerina outfit”, my kids might say “I believe it.” I’m here to say it is not true, not going to happen, and didn’t ever happen. Remember: The Country Classics, as in www.TheCountryClassicS.com

Of course, if you are already here, which you obviously are, it’s a moot point isn’t it? I’ll file this in the “Welcome” category, although my wife said I should file it under the “Odd and Weird” category.