Jeri, are all your friends that gullible? And, how do you explain the four fiddles to them?*BG* I think my grandmother, who was a pioneer, probably wouldn't have thought much of my washing things in the ditch.

Ah...who remembers the great smell of dirt, horse hair, horse sweat, and the grime beneath your fingernails from grooming your horse after a long ride? So much dust! Then using my dad's Lava soap to wash it all off!

'Spaw...I just had ta mention the Kermit, in case a few newbies had missed it. 'Course that was nothing compared to the ones Rog frequently found in the shower in Venezuela; had the touch of death. You can bet he didn't pick them! Nope just finished his shower and left them to it!

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