Letter to the Editor

HAPPY TRAILS

Dear Bruce,

Thought you might get a laugh out of this exchange:

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Dear Rex Prather,

Do you need any wood? One of your trees fell on my property causing extensive damage to the mud. I cut some of the limbs on our side of the line for Vonnie's Grandfather. It's a good splitter and I'll cut some more if you don't care. It's full of ants too. It's back in the corner where the water tank used to be. How's your article coming? We went to Oregon to visit my uncle but he wasn't home. I guess he heard we were coming. Had a good time playing with a voice operated word processor program by Dragon. Take care — the chickens need to be locked up.

Bluerock Bill
Laytonville

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Dear Bill,

Got in late very last night after an 11 hour flight from Curacao. So if I come across as a little groggy or cranky it's 'cuz I'm exhausted, broke, hung over, and sun-burned. Other than that, I'm happy! Had a wonderful time on the trip and managed to avoid being kidnapped in Cartegena. Rough town...Tell you all about it later.

My heart-felt apologies for any damages to your mud caused by my wayward tree. I'll try my best to make it up to you somehow someday. In the meantime, please feel free to remove any debris that may be putting a strain on the surface of your precious mud. Hate to see mud suffer. It takes enough verbal and other unflattering forms of abuse as it is.

I got sidetracked with this trip I took to the southwestern Caribbean and have yet to put our Big Bucks Beef story together in print. But fear not, I still have all the notes and after my last expedition, I can no longer afford to leave the house. I will be seated here at the keyboard 'til the cows come home. Since I don't own any cows, that ought to be a fair stretch of time.

I should be up that way sometime in the next couple weeks if I can collect enough aluminum cans along the roadside to afford bus fare. We'll see. I won't say when though, so, unlike your uncle, you won't have the opportunity to slip away before my arrival, thus avoiding the unpleasantness of my company.

Til then, "Happy trails to you, until we meet again."

Rex Prather
not in Laytonville right now