It Was Falbalous

I'm back from a whirlwind one-day visit with my brother at his home in "Falba." It was a great visit and included these experiences, among others:

• Wandering around a neighbor's 150 acre spread in my brother's old Jeep CJ5
• Wandering back roads near said 150 acres and visiting with another neighbor who was driving a 2005 Jeep Wrangler
• Driving into Huntsville for money, food, and liquor
• Driving my brother's old Ford F150 pickup around the 150 acres looking for the neighbor when the neighbor hadn't answered his cell phone for several hours
• Meeting up with yet another neighbor on a 4-wheeler after finding the missing neighbor
• Having an enormous mass of tacos with the 150 acre neighbor and neighbor's girlfriend
• Starting the day today with coffee, a visit to the same neighbor, and a ride in neighbor's truck around his acreage's bottom land to look for wild hogs and a dead cow
• A breakfast of fabulous bacon, fried eggs, and pico de gallo
• Blue-skying and brainstorming things to do with the winnings of a huge lottery
• Getting instructions on making venison stew and fried venison steak, complete with the frozen venison to go with it.
• Learning about the work of a poet (Don Blanding) from the early to mid 20th century that my brother stumbled upon and liked.
• Deciding I, too, like the poet's rhyming work, especially this poem:
  
  Epitaph
  
  Do not carve on stone or wood,
  "He was honest" or "He was good."
  Write in smoke on a passing breeze
  Seven words... and the words are these,
  Telling all that a volume could,
  "He lived, he laughed and... he understood."