Private Gum

  
   "Private Gum"
   
   It wasn't the layers that mattered to Decker, a German-lathered lad with champagne-blonde feathers and arctic blue eyes gone electric; still, the time had come to venture into the NORTHWEST of it all, meet radical Robin, smeared in the stain of a rainbow's multi-hued promise, the somewhat Chippewa Cree lass that didn't reside in the Rocky Mountain Reservation, but had a shimmering shanty in The Last Great Place's rural fields of living, where a single action .44 Magnum was needed by women to shoot a Brown Bear if attacked during an innocent squat in the woods, better than flushing it into God who knows where, like the chicken in some southern rivers--it has all been mentioned before, and the beauty of Free Lands there (WESTERN), lit beyond comprehension of those not being Blake's mental traveler, for there resides the royalty of lollygag with luminous purpose, remembering that time is relative, and the days are more romantically free in such a magical land of instinct, them animal spirits commanding the day, and yet even a walk in the heavens for an approaching German immigrant intent on the purpose of a retro-active life of many a lasso, and yet he preferred the motorcycle over the horse.
   So, piloting his GN 250, a 1980's model of a tough, little Suzuki, armed with Bruce Lee intensity; plus, the style of Cary Grant in a tuxedo--they say:  "No man looked suaver in such sophisticated fashion."  But some like Steve McQueen.  Never can tell.  

Cowboys and Indians

   
   "Cowboys and Indians"
   
   A guy told me:  "Bon Jovi is no cowboy--dude is from New Jersey."  I always kinda liked him; moreover, adored the Indians, especially Apache Chief on SUPERFRIENDS.  The American Indian is forgotten, and he possesses some of the best cures.  More than most of us, he and she deserve reverence.  Their empirical accounts of wildlife transcends ALL in the Americas; plus, they have great hair and don't have furry wolfman beards.  Always keep some turquoise around, as they most recently have instructed, and wisely.
   Movies now are fashioned in the direction of bio-mechanical things, and the Amazon robot or man can enter your house upon deliveries.  What the hell happened to Fonzie?  Was all this shit going on when he flew through the airwaves?
   Maybe the 1950's were just a bogus illusion, and people were actually nasty.  Yet power seemed controlled then, as it is with the heavenly hue of burgundy.  
   Country Music needs more COUNTRY.  More rednecks, not in party dresses and heels, but cut-offs and cowboy boots with hats and rhinestones--in my opinion.
   And as for rock and roll in the 1980's--I always knew the news was Bravo Sierra, or that reporters are mostly lazy drunks, yet 80's rock proved trustworthy, in some cases.
   And without Johnny Carson--there is no late night anymore.  So some say.  Me too.  

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White Arctic Fox kit enjoying sweet cherries!

Pap Pap

   
   "Pap Pap"
   
   What a nice, strong man I know.  Loved everyone; thus, they took advantage of his kindness, but as a Serbian, he could snap, and he did--hanging his boss out the window of a 3 story building--good for him.
   He like the charcoal filter, never looked like Senator Palpatine, loved Tesla and said Edison was a phony and that Carnegie was a crook, even though he himself was from Pittsburgh.
   His Dad's name was Dragan, and he could do advance acrobatics, being Serbian born.  One time at the hospital a naughty nurse asked Pap to squeeze her hand as hard as he could.  He did; next, she dropped to the floor.  
   But what made him so courageous was that he lived with a German wife for over fifty years.  Once he was choking on a pork chop; next, that German wife of his hit him on the back and the chop went flying; however, he was knocked to the ground.  When he turned back around, he had his fist aimed at that German wife--can you blame him?
   Oh well, what a time back up North in the days of old, and indeed, some of us were constructed for Arctic environments; anyway, back then--it was a Free Country.  Remember that.  Remember when people used to say:  "Hey man--it's a Free Country."  
   All you hear now is bullshit.  And if the phony doctors are so great, why is age expectancy down?  Totally, the Patriots don't listen to anything but Our Lady of Victory--in a way.    

Winter Safari in Yellowstone - Coyote, fox and wolf