Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

I'm at a bit of a standstill on the boat right now. I have one project that requires me to lay on the frozen ground that I have been delaying, but other than that there isn't a whole lot that I can do at the moment.Since I was home anyway, and the place looked like I'd thrown a party for twenty wild dogs, I decided to clean up a little bit. I threw in a load of laundry and put some dishes in the dishwasher and started into my office where countless papers were littering every flat surface. I was tossing stuff madly into the trash when I came across the words-chicken bras scratched on a slip of paper.I had read that when writing, one should write down ideas, even in the middle of the night. If you can't use them now, they may come in handy later.I can't remember if I was in the middle of some erotic, Salvadore Dahli type dream or what, but for some unknown reason, the thought of chicken bras came to mind sometime in my past, so I wrote it down. We eat a fair amount o...