Will Thanks for So What. Amazing that was done in 1958 almost 50 yrs ago. I was 14yrs at in Okanogan at the time.Heard over KSL in Salt Lake City. Gill Evans and Miles came out with Sketches of Spain at about the same time. Okanogan radio was county western and really bad pop music. Okanogan was a very up tigth super conservative red hatin town, with half the town on Dexadrine. Guess speed and amphetamine derivatives are amost a part of our culture here. Folks had little ground observer posts, looking for those russian and commie bombers with binoculars and flash cards with airplane shilottes. I even hung out at one for a bit. Wow wierd flashbacks. Hope Kristen is doing better. We are in the soggy transition to winter mode here. Had a wireless network going for a while, but moved the laptop to the basement and the settings are all weirded out. Speaking of that have you got your HP working again. Suppose you heard Fords Honda caught on fire. He will probably fill you in on it. Glad the elections turned out as they did, will still be a tough time to turn things around. Hope all is well, keep in touch The old man
Glad you liked it. I bet there's a bunch more stuff out there too if you look around on youtube or google video... I love hearing about those old memories of yours. I always thought you were a great story teller. You ought to write some of that stuff down. Hey got a joke for ya... Three old cowboys are sitting around a campfire one night on their cattle drive. One is from Arizona, one from Arkansas, and one from Okanogan, WA. They get to swapping stories as the night wears on. As the tales get more outrageous, the Arizona cowboy jumps up and exclaims, "This morning I got gored by a bull, but I wrestled him to the ground with my bare hands then spit in his eye." Then the Arkansas cowboy says, "Hell, t'at aren't nothin'! 'Round lunch time a 15 foot rattler came at me, but quick as a cat, I grabbed it by the neck and bit its head off." The Okanogan cowboy didn't say a word. He just stood near the fire, slowly stirring the coals with his penis.
Here is one for you Will One of my favorites The old man
Hay for the Horses
He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m. With his big truckload of hay behind the barn. With winch and ropes and hooks We stacked the bales up clean To splintery redwood rafters High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa Whirling through shingle-cracks of light, Itch of haydust in the sweaty shirt and shoes. At lunchtime under Black oak Out in the hot corral, ---The old mare nosing lunchpails, Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds--- "I'm sixty-eight" he said, "I first bucked hay when I was seventeen. I thought, that day I started, I sure would hate to do this all my life. And dammit, that's just what I've gone and done."
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Will
Thanks for So What. Amazing that was done in 1958 almost 50 yrs ago. I was 14yrs at in Okanogan at the time.Heard over KSL in Salt Lake City. Gill Evans and Miles came out with Sketches of Spain at about the same time. Okanogan radio was county western and really bad pop music. Okanogan was a very up tigth super conservative red hatin town, with half the town on Dexadrine. Guess speed and amphetamine derivatives are amost a part of our culture here. Folks had little ground observer posts, looking for those russian and commie bombers with binoculars and flash cards with airplane shilottes. I even hung out at one for a bit.
Wow wierd flashbacks.
Hope Kristen is doing better. We are in the soggy transition to winter mode here. Had a wireless network going for a while, but moved the laptop to the basement and the settings are all weirded out.
Speaking of that have you got your HP working again.
Suppose you heard Fords Honda caught on fire. He will probably fill you in on it.
Glad the elections turned out as they did, will still be a tough time to turn things around.
Hope all is well, keep in touch
The old man
Glad you liked it. I bet there's a bunch more stuff out there too if you look around on youtube or google video...
I love hearing about those old memories of yours. I always thought you were a great story teller. You ought to write some of that stuff down.
Hey got a joke for ya...
Three old cowboys are sitting around a campfire one night on their cattle drive. One is from Arizona, one from Arkansas, and one from Okanogan, WA. They get to swapping stories as the night wears on. As the tales get more outrageous, the Arizona cowboy jumps up and exclaims, "This morning I got gored by a bull, but I wrestled him to the ground with my bare hands then spit in his eye." Then the Arkansas cowboy says, "Hell, t'at aren't nothin'! 'Round lunch time a 15 foot rattler came at me, but quick as a cat, I grabbed it by the neck and bit its head off."
The Okanogan cowboy didn't say a word. He just stood near the fire, slowly stirring the coals with his penis.
Mom's gonna love that one. :)
Here is one for you Will One of my favorites
The old man
Hay for the Horses
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
---The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds---
"I'm sixty-eight" he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that's just what
I've gone and done."
From Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder, published by North Point Press. Copyright © 1958,
1959, 1965 Gary Snyder.
I like it. Send me some more, or better yet, there's a christmas idea!
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