Musings

of a S. O. F.

Number 3

Whut th' Hell yew mean I need BIFOCALS?!

Geologic Time is so much like Ranch Time, isn't it?

What?! You don't believe the Ol' Fogey? Okay, Junior, Listen up:
Git out to Jeb's sometime. You go inside the house. There's a bunch stuff older'n you and me both put together. Its Thursday when you go side the house. It's next year plus two weeks later when you come out of the house. Nobody you knew is around when you show up again. But there, in splendiferous glory, across the verdant prairie... (well... it ain't verdant like, say, the Big Thicket, but fer Wyoming, it's plumb verdant, lemme tellya...) ...stands a brand new craggy rock formation.

So that's when you ask yourself What is it about this place?...