If you have MY word you need nothing more!

And speaking of nothing, it was a madhouse at the Legion Hovel last evening. The annual Golden Spite Dinner was held. This event celebrates the Coming Of The Railroads To Idaho, but the original sings were spelled wrong and since they're perfectly fine after 90+ years they're just reused. Anyway, the Sergeant Of The Guard attempted to remove Boulder Ferguson, who was trying to improve the aim of his chewin' terbacky spittin'. Boulder was getting pretty good and didn't take kindly to Samuel Olivia Branson trying to shove a large cork in his mouth. Comments about the "SOB the SOB SOG" were beginning to be made, and a FULL keg of beer was thrown through the wall as I was ducking and weaving out of there.

I expect there will be police reports in the newspaper this morning. There usually are.