Got on top of mountain with Larry Gibson, lamed in the arm when a roll of paper fell on him from a high pallet twenty years ago - surrounding mountaintops wiped away, one edge of mountain sundered by a giant crack, drop rocks down hear them rattle down 200+ feet, this edge of mountain is moving week by week in the direction of Dorothy about 1000 feet below, settlement of 25+ houses, downhill slope is steep enough that I wouldn't ski it and people say I'm crazy.
Had local color dinner at the Kozy Korner two nights ago, food was terrible and looked worse, cardboard sign at register reads "8 puppies for free, would make good coon dogs, CAN SEE BOTH MOTHER AND FATHER" - we are in the mountain state, aren't we.
Daughter asked me do they hunt raccoons so they can eat them? I did not have an answer. Any chefs - or furriers - out there?
My boy got both clay pigeons in a high-low skeet shoot yesterday, think he wants a gun for Christmas, but then my brother in law got both in one shot, as they crossed.
Sign me, 5 for 25, Christopher
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