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Not far from where I live, there is a 3-way intersection.
At that intersection, nearly every day around lunch time, you will find a good old hound dog there, ‘working’ the intersection.
He waits for (and gets) hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken strips, French fries and brats.
His owner lives right on the corner there and swears he feeds his dogs well, but this one learned the art of begging from his mamma. She would lay in the intersection and wait for food, sitting right in the middle of lanes and dang! if it doesn’t work EVERY TIME!
Like mamma, like puppy!
I took this picture with my cell phone one day recently…
I love dogs and this one is a character!
Finished this arrangement last night late… Check it out at:
I just added a new page yesterday.
Approximately 8 hours ago.
For some reason (unknown to me), there is no longer a way to show that it has been posted. In other words, the “Publish” button has disappeared…
Hey WordPress… What’s up with that?
Here’s the published page:
It’s Halloween Day and the coffins all creaked…
The dead were rising, but could not yet speak…
Chains could be heard, dragging the floor…
It’s Mummy, it’s Mummy! someone screamed through the door…
A quiet fall day, but into the night…
The Vampires were sharpening their fangs for a bite!
The tombstones wobbled when up from the ground…
Rose those who had passed, emitting a mournful sound…
A coyote howled at the full harvest moon…
As I heard someone picking, a banjo tune!
Some old dead picker, who’s spirit had rose…
Pickin’ on his banjo, a tune so morose…
Out in the graveyard, arose such a clatter…
It’s a group of old skulls whose green teeth still chatter…
A black cat arching, in front of the moon…
Wolfman, surely, will be here soon!
Frankenstein lurching his way down the lane…
To hear banjo picking that will drive him insane…
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From left to right: Landon Wisdom (of Music Makers music store in Farmington, MO), BanjoTom2 (also known as MandoTom2) and last, but not least: Janie Laird (Board of Directors for the Arcadia Valley Bluegrass Committee in Arcadia Valley, MO)…