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Originally Posted by Francis Morin

The eastern skies were blushing pink like a spinster schoolmarm who overhead a salacious remark ...

Did you write that all by yourself or have a bit of help????

Her piercing glance toward the back of the small school room froze Francis in a hopeless stare of anguish as he realized she knew from whence arose that salacious remark. No more blushing pink. As she grasped the pointer in one gnarled hand and the yardstick in the other, there was yet light, but the skies descended in an ominous melanistic rage........

I barely got past the 10th Grade Jack- but am an avid reader and either blessed or cursed with a retentive memory I guess- The schoolmarm came from the late Corey Ford's "Letter To A Grandson", and the morning pink from one of Nash Buckingham's great waterfowling stories- the rest I just "winged"! Glad you liked it, and I really liked your reposte as well. As Steinbeck said so well: "Now is the winter of our discontentment- or wait- was that Steinway--

Either way, would be great to share some bourbon and branch and haul out the Parkers and other fine guns and as Mr. Lewis C. said so well- discuss those cabbages and Kings--Walter King, Charles King--

The computer typewriter thingy has the gremlins, what I tried to asnwer was more akin to this-- The schoolmarm analogy came from the late Corey Ford's "Letter To A Grandson" and the pink skies came from one of many great Nash Buckingham's waterfowling stories- With Winter still with us, would be nice to share some bourbon and branch with you up there Jack- we could haul the Parkers and other goodies out of their steel tombs, admire them, and in the words of the late Lewis Carroll, discuss: "Cabbages and Kings- ie: Charles King, Walter King, heck- even Burger King--

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Well if you ever find yourself in my little frozen corner of the world, libations and conversations can flow. Steel tombs - an apt description. As a kid, they were just in a closet. In woodshop, I built a gun rack for Dad and they then were visible for all to see. As a young man, I hung my two favorites in the antlers of a mule deer mount (Dad was a taxidermist also) that was visible to any passerby on the front sidewalk. Nobody thought anything about that. People understood and accepted guns as a normal part of life. That changed over time and now we have the steel tombs. I must divest or see the undertaker and get a third tomb.

Cheers,
Jack

BTW: have you checked and deciphered the lyrics from the photos in your Visitor Messages ?? Hit the airwaves 1967.