tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post6337698386529651888..comments2024-03-21T12:27:32.289-07:00Comments on Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land: Day's Endtbbottshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-50229350215858394192013-03-20T11:23:41.054-07:002013-03-20T11:23:41.054-07:00And mine.And mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-43315681701430588522013-03-20T10:58:49.974-07:002013-03-20T10:58:49.974-07:00Yeah, well, just substitute bagpipes, piccolos, ha...Yeah, well, just substitute bagpipes, piccolos, harmonicas or oboes for a little variety and you can be humming all day- and there's really no need to thank me.<br /><br /> I'm still waiting for a book from you Rene. With the life you've led, the people you've met and the places you've been I don't think you'd have any problem at all selling it.tbbottshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-9242360705379009532013-03-20T09:54:01.123-07:002013-03-20T09:54:01.123-07:00When I lived in Sitka, an Office-Mate (alias Willi...When I lived in Sitka, an Office-Mate (alias William "Bill" Slater) played pipes. He would hike out to the causeway past the airport, and you'd hear their lonesome tones wafting through the fog in the harbor - very eery, very beautiful. Not so much when he'd don the kilt and whole contraption for his son's kindergarten show and tell day, and come by the office to treat us from the hallway - LOUDLY. Yeeeowch! Then one summer when I was working near Livengood, I got back from transporting a patient to find I'd acquired a helper. My boss found some random young man sitting in the dirt where the Elliott and Dalton diverge. He had a canoe, a bike, some duffels - and was playing bagpipes, in the middle of nowhere. Proves creativity gives you a leg up in the job market, especially in the middle of nowhere. Ah, that would be Mr. Mitchell Slife, speaker/reader of Sanskrit, degrees in biology and mine engineering, and wearer o' the kilt. He also opted to work Reddington's dog lot in Manley as a poop-scooper. Just for the experience. Right. Didn't last long. He built himself a Tiny House on wheels and this year married a lass who, no doubt, wore 5/8" seams...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-69730094302155344022013-03-19T21:42:59.642-07:002013-03-19T21:42:59.642-07:00I've got Mamma Don't Allow No Guitar Playi...I've got Mamma Don't Allow No Guitar Playing stuck in my head...thanks for that. Autumnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-19794700324650571512013-03-18T20:09:06.108-07:002013-03-18T20:09:06.108-07:00Hi Todd- I agree, they aren't the cleanest cre...Hi Todd- I agree, they aren't the cleanest creatures- in fact they outright stink. I suspect the animal probably died and since they didn't want it to go to waste they cooked and thus beef steak was born.<br /><br />Hey Autumn- I don't know. I was sitting there staring at these beautiful pictures, but I didn't have an idea in mind of what to write. Usually if I'm just honest about whatever is going on, something comes to me. When I started thinking windbag,bagpipes came to mind. The mind is a mysterious thing. When I die you guys can give my brain to a medical science place. They'll either say, my God, this thing is a mess! or, Well hey, this one's hardly been used. Either way it will probably make medical history.tbbottshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-35762169512598524842013-03-18T17:23:07.698-07:002013-03-18T17:23:07.698-07:00Oh my gosh, where do you come up with this stuff! ...Oh my gosh, where do you come up with this stuff! Well, the pictures are gorgeous anyway...Autumnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-72846060200915344472013-03-18T16:39:45.191-07:002013-03-18T16:39:45.191-07:00"Yes Sean, just stick your flute into the pig..."Yes Sean, just stick your flute into the pig bladder, blow into it and listen to great new sounds it produces." <br /><br />I've often thought of that way about cows. You've been around plenty of them and they aren't the cleanest of critters. Who was the first person to say "Hey, I bet if you cut that thing up and cooked it over fire it would taste good..."AKStaffordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16064462858449168255noreply@blogger.com