Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

Well, it's Monday morning. That means back to work for the masses after a long Thanksgiving weekend. If you were one of the multitudes who decided to brave the long lines at the airport or the unbearable traffic on the roads, I hope that you've made it home safe and that you found your excursion worth the effort. I, on the other hand, didn't go anywhere. I did leave the house with my daughter Jennifer though, on a walk out to the beach. In celebration of Thanksgiving, when the main dish in many American homes is a turkey, I decided to wear my chicken hat. Had I owned a turkey hat, I would have worn it in honor of all the unselfish birds who gave their lives. As it was, I felt fortunate to have access to a chicken hat. I only wear it on special occasions, like Thanksgiving. Frankly, if I get any bigger, I won't be able to shove my fat head into anymore, and I'll have to give it to one of my kids or grand kids I suppose. I'm fairly certa...

Happy New Year everyone. As you might suspect, writing is a serious business, and you can see here I take my business very seriously. Sometimes you have to be in the mood to write- once in awhile you need a prompt or some such thing. When I first saw this chicken hat for sale at the school carnival I knew I had to have it. I didn't even wait for the carnival to start, I bought it before anyone else beat me to it. Chicken hats are in high demand. If I had a mind to, I could probably sell it on e-bay for an awsome profit. Tom Terrific had a funnel for a hat.  I guess he couldn't afford a baseball cap or a beanie or whatever. When I was a young lad at school I was told to put on my thinking cap, though I had no idea what that was so I didn't bother to think much. When you're wearing a chicken hat though, there is probably no end to the wonderous thoughts that will fill your head, although most of those thoughts will probably involve some form of eggs or nesting boxes. The...