Friends, greetings from my lonely and dusty compound way, way out on Screech Owl Road – past the meth labs and the Boho Sci Arc schtickers.
Last year FFFF published a Thanksgiving message from one of our errant bloggers. It was just so doggone pithy and pleasant that I figured it would be better to reproduce it than write my own. So here it is.
Dear Friends, Happy Thanksgiving. Some of you may wonder what an old, crusty, salt-bitten sea gherkin like the Harpoon is thankful for (some of you may not, and may not care). I am thankful for being part of a society in which I can hurl my outrageous barbs (i.e. my current working version of the truth) at powers-that-be, and not get locked up;
That fish looks too flat to me……….. is it a road kill collected in the desert?