Here’s a couple carvings from about 20 years back. They reminded me of the West’s history and were easy enough to fashion from small bits of wood. People keep asking if I still carve. I don’t, just got tired of it I guess. Now I like to write weekly columns in a newspaper, book reviews, and magazine articles. For the fun of it, I also play around with limericks.
This facebook thing is so much bunk
I’d like to dunk it, ker-plunk
But I’m always waiting
Anticipating
Something besides the same old junk.
...
There, I just added some more junk.
Friday, December 6, 2019
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