Monday, May 11, 2015

IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA FALL

She was just out for a routine morning walk along the road by the river…

 …when suddenly a Black Rabbit ran close by her.

 There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did she at first think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' But then she blamed that bit of nonsense on the NPR radio station she was listening to and removed her headphones.

She walked quietly toward the big Black Rabbit, and watched it munching on the fresh green leaves of the nearby shrubs.

It moved a little out of sight and she thought about following it when she remembered something she’d heard a long time ago.

 “If you go chasing rabbits, you know you're going to fall.”

 She saw no caterpillar, large chessmen, or even a dormouse.  The only other creature about was a Canada goose swimming away down the river.

There WERE mushrooms but she knew she hadn’t had even a nibble of them.

She watched the Black Rabbit disappear into the darkness of the woods, reconsidered following it and walked on toward home to find something she could feed her head.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

CHAIN OF FOOLS


Almost all of the eleven students in my high school graduating class had been together since we showed up in Mrs. O’Donnell’s first grade.  During our Junior year, our new science teacher was Mr. M., fresh out of college.

 By the first minute of our first class we knew it was going to be a loooong year.  He lectured and talked and droned on and on, throwing in his catch phrase, “Of course,” so often that we began to count how many times he said it and then would compare notes after class to average up the score.

We sat around tables like this one.

(By the way, I found this table for sale on Ebay for:
$1,995.00 Buy It Now or Best Offer
50 watching
Large oak table, 36” surface height. New oak top, large single drawer measures 21” x 36” x 2.75”.
 Just in case you’re interested)

Anyway, we gritted our way through Dry Mr. M’s biology class by making chains out of our gum wrappers.

 Over a period of time we combined our endeavors into a single chain and kept it in one of those “large single drawers” of our science room table.  By the end of the school year, the chain had become a huge coil that filled most of the drawer.

 It was much larger than the one in this photo but the original is lost to history.

When we arrived in our chemistry class the next fall, the chain was still there in the drawer but our Mr. M. had been replaced by Mr. B.

 Seen here with the black monster results of a combination of sugar and sulfuric acid

He was from the oil fields of Wyoming and knew how to blow things up, melt things down and how to mix chemicals to make a stench that could clear the building.

He organized one of the first school science fairs during which Roy and Leon brought in the bones of a dead calf, cleaned those bones by soaking them in trash cans full of bleach (which made the whole school smell like a swimming pool)…

…and then they assembled the skeleton like a dinosaur exhibit.  
Sorry about the bad photo but parts of my school annuals got hit with water damage during a flood.

Mr. B. said someday science would figure out how to get the fossil fuels out of the shale under the state of Wyoming and our energy problems would change dramatically.

Our gum wrapper chain in the drawer continued, but only sporadically, and the Senior Class willed it to the Junior Class when we graduated.
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Here is how to make gum wrapper chains.  But good ones only contain Double Mint, Spearmint, Juicy Fruit, Beemans, Black Jack and Cloves papers.


Friday, May 1, 2015

TRACTORS

Just below the Grand Tetons near the Idaho-Wyoming border there are acres and acres of deep fertile soil.

 The grain stored in the huge silos all winter…

 …is being hauled off to the fields.

 Spring planting has been kicked into high gear.  The dirt is warm and dry and ready.

 Most of the farmers are putting in some kind of grain or those famous Idaho potatoes.

 All kinds of tractors are being put to work.

 Tractors on the highway.

 Tractors in town.

 Tractors in the toy isle of the feed store.

 This big-wheeled wide load ain't goin' any faster. So just smile and wave and tip your hat, to the man up on the tractor.  
“International Harvester” Craig Morgan