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Read the rest of LET THEM EAT PIEBeverly 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
Read the rest ofThe 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
Read the rest of Holler’nThe 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
Read the rest of Gettin’ Hungry Holler High