September 2015

Arrgh!

It be talk like a pirate day! And squirrel shaming day! Except the squirrels be shaming us!

Oh, Lord.

Bentley is now making an SUV.

That sound you hear is the clop clopping of the hooves of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Well, crap.

Frank James is gone. I remember reading his stuff years back, and not too horrible many years ago, he was gracious enough to allow me to hunt on his property. I even slept in the farmhouse he grew up in.

I spoke with him on the phone some time back, and he was coherent and cogent, after his stroke, and a lot of therapy. He even made a token effort at coming back to blogging, but it must have been extremely difficult.

The world is a colder place now than it was this time yesterday.

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