April 29th, 2018


Beside the still waters

Deanne's distilling more drinking water today. She's been ordered to drink three or four quarts a day. When I see this apparatus, all I can think of is the love child of Rube Goldberg and Snuffy Smith.

Granny's still

Granny's still

Granny's in the cellar, Lordy can't you smell 'er
makin' moonshine on that darn old greasy stove.
In her armpits are some bugs that keep hoppin' in the jugs
and she whistles while the *sniff* runs down her nose.

-- old campfire song