So Ken wants to send me on a boar hunt to Mississippi, does he?  Well, I'd
count mahsef  lucky if all Ah picked up was an accent.  Although I have gone
looking for boars on Catalina Island, where also I ate abalone fried in dirty
water on rusty sheet metal [a true taste treat, I assure you], and have gone
relative hunting in South Georgia.  I'll stick with Jersey City, and leave
the South (including southern OH-10) to the rest of youse (pronounced "yiz"
in these parts, means the same as "you all").

Enough already.  Ken tells me I should offer up a limited edition masonite
cow as a raffle prize for the big Shivaree at Mary's Montclair Mansion.  Any
takers?

Ralph