Okay, I’ve heard a country song written after 1970 that I actually like. The end of the world may well arrive before Monday morning, so synchronize your watches.

Hey that gives me an idea
Let’s get out of this bar
Drive out into the country
And find a place to park.

‘Cause I’d like to see you out in the moonlight I’d like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks.

A friend of mine used to say that. We’d be out drinking and some handsome lad would happen by and she’d squint and say, “Hot damn, looka there. Ah’d sure like to check him for ticks.”

Ah-yup.