Goodbye cruel world. I’ve had it for a while.
A fishin’ pole for Sunday afternoon.
“The world’s warmin’ up,” said Goldenrod, “but I’m getting cold.”
For morning announcements at the middle school, I read an excerpt from my new book. It held a trace of bear and bison…
“That night it had to happen. I wasn’t about to see my grizzly bear yet, but the sounds that awoke me in the tent at 1:30 certainly had me thinking in that line…
The grunts and growling noises came with a menace that was mitigated slightly by a more soothing crush of grasses and shrubs.”
I took the new book to the woodshed. I was firm. I said, “But have you told the people that a copy is an excellent gift idea?”
Sometimes getting old can make you feel like this.
But one or two of these can set you straight.
Bourbon on beer? No bull, no fear.
“Gappin’ the bridges, straight or not.” (Pine Creek @ Waterville, PA)