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DOW Slug Hatchery

(October 2, 2015  —  continued from Page One)

paused and said quite candidly that he was unable to “get the little bastard” to come out. By the time the governor arrived for the schedules ribbon cutting the stubborn (and now perplexed) terrestrial gastropod mollusk had embedded itself securely to the intimate shade of Mrs. Wilshire’s knickers and seemed to be enjoying its new home. Governor Hickenlooper and his sidekicks from the All-Star Rockies’ infield, had little choice but to go in after him…which is precisely what he wanted.
Sadly, and to the chagrin of the assembled Nebraskan juveniles on extended summer break, the feat turned ugly and the “little bastard” disappeared for the ages down a small pleat/canal in Wilshire’s hoop skirt. A full disclosure will be printed in the next series of notes shared by the editor when, as close associates avow may be close to running out of port, matters stabilize. – Thumbelina Etchabarron

I ain’t tradin’ my momma fo’ no whiskey

I ain’t tradin my momma fo no whiskey
No matta she hits me on de head
Ain’t tradin’ my momma fo no whiskey
No twenty-year-old mash I said

Can’t see tradin’ no momma fo no liquor
Even though she hollers and wails
Betta keep that woman ‘round fo de evenin’
In case I goes to de downtown jails.

Can’t look at my momma through no bottle
Clear glass or porcelain I think
She wash my drawers and mops de floors
When I sneaks out fo a drink.
– From Song of the Roustabout
New Orleans, 1847

Aspen on the Lake Fork

More gold running with the river  (Sept 27, 2015)

Bovine Banquet

Cow food (Oc 1, 2015)

“You ate all the dimmycrats in Hinsdale County!”

We thought Alfred ate them all  (September 30, 2015)

Lake Fork of the Gunnison north of Lake City

Lake Fork Canyon (October 1, 2015)