"Begin at the beginning 'n go on 'til you come to the end; then stop." L. Carroll

A quiet morning in Ol Fair Oaks…just cool enuff for a light jacket (for me, not da boyz of course)…Willy charged 'cross the street 'n back all the way up Crestline, nose to the ground, intent on Gawd knows what, while Rusty, appearing sumwhat perplexed followed along behind…I think I kind'a know how Rusty feels since I think I've been wandering along behind a big part of my life…it's a lot calmer at the end of the parade 'n you get a little different point of view from the preening Drum Major…ah well, no matter...

Seeing more chickens again…don't know where they might'a been hiding or, truthfully, if they're the same chickens as before or mid-season replacements…hard t'tell with chickens…

'Round the park we went, sniffing 'n peeing…dogs do that really well, y'know, then back home…had t'cut it a little short this morning 'cuz the truck wuz loaded 'n ready t'go…first time I've been to the dump for awhile…surprising how hi-tech the dump has become…

Undoubtedly a good thing…back in the old daze, they'd bulldoze a hole 'n fill it up with trash then bulldoze dirt over it 'n do the same thing ag'in 'n ag'in….now, they bulldoze a humonguous hole, line it with a scientifically designed 'n expensive supercalifragilistic Californis dumpliner…'n I'm sure you c'n figure it out…

Anywaze, what with the trip to the dump 'n the stop at Costco on the return, it took the better part of three hours….(In the olden daze, when I'd make the trip with my Dad or my brother, John, it'd still take the better part of three hours but in addition to dumping, we had to make our way thru at least one six-pack 'n a bag of chips, but that wuz then…)

I'm sure that in the dayz ahead I'll be making more trips to the Kiefer Blvd landfill but it ain't near as much fun as it use'ta be….