It is much worse out here in this frozen wasteland of Telluride. We have armed, drunken militia at every intersection. The "intersections" are merely narrow gravel roads that go off into the wilds where vicious elk and buffalo suffering madcow disease attack anyone. Enraged squirrels drop out of trees unexpectedly and go for the face. I won't even mention the drooling rabid naugas that lurk at every turn. Landslides, blizzards, and insane conservative lynch mobs hiding in the few trees with machetes and machineguns are common. Obviously, no Yankee would want to move here, but if any want to visit, I'll put "Deliverance" in the VCR and serve up some fava beans and a nice chianti... Don't mind the one eared, angry looking cat. PhishBait loves strangers.
Spent July 4, 1963 in Telluride (I was 12). Wow boy. Somebody blew up part of a mountain with dynamite, then when we were all on a field watching the fireworks all of a sudden we saw those setting them off run down the hillside screaming at everyone to scatter. Somebody dropped at match or something in the box holding the skyrockets. Whizzz! Bang! Rockets were exploding around us as we ran. After that the greased pig contest was a left down.
Perhaps, oMmi, you meant to say:
"I won't even mention the drooling rabid naugas that lurk HIDE at every turn?"
Those are the worst ones!
Then post to my hearts content, write childrens books and make friends with the bears and deer. giggle.....
Then fly in for a celebration of friendship all my friends for a holiday with sleigh rides. Yep, nice dream and ya never know.
Love all of you special people.