A group is coming to the Holler for a gourd program. It’s great to have innocents out. I’ve about wearied kith and kin to death, gourd-wise. I can and do, talk at length about the fruit that keeps on giving. … Continue reading →

Beverly and I went to Bartlesville to see the UK/OK exhibition at the Price Tower . It was swell! I’m in good company. Then when I got home, the ZSM and I went ride about. We lingered in Cobra Cover … Continue reading →

The ZSM swears he’s running into stuff more than usual because his noggin is now billiard bald. His theory is hair acts as whiskers. He’s feelin’ feliney because he has a new shop cat. He’s been wanting one for ages. … Continue reading →

The ZSM stubbed his toe on an armadillo tonight after ride-about. I had just disembarked from the lawn barge, when Molly (the world’s fussiest former starveling) went nuts. The armadillo broke left, smack dab into one of the ZSM’s patrician-length … Continue reading →