Camp Howdy

I"m not sure if it was this last Fall Berry, but somewhere Berry Recently, Lynny and Dave were goin at it song for song at Lynny's Alcove. And somewhere within them moments, Lynny in FINE full fest form, as she was busting out song after song fully sung and played, with Dave's most EXCELLENT fills and leads, Lynny pulled out a tune I'd never heard.

Shortly after that, I was shamed to learn I'd never heard Dylan, old folkies, Jerry and others had done this trad tune a ton.

I'm now all over this song, thanks to Lynny . . . damn you were good with it, too . . . here's Mr. Zimmerman, in '62, in the heart of Greenwich Village, where the shit was happening, really really happening.



N somehow, that led me to another folkie sanger/writer of that era, whom I've always loved:



So, Happy New Year's All Of Howdyville . . . miss ya, see ya in da Spring . . . till then, pick, sip and sup and hug 'em all close.

Thanks for the ride, it's been glorious among the hi's and lo's . . . .

A Cowboy Named Mark

A cowboy named Mark was overseeing his herd in a remote mountainous pasture in California when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust..

The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the cowboy , "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"
Mark looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?"

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dellnotebook computer, connects it to his I phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location, which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg , Germany . Within seconds, he receives an email on his I phone that the image has been processed and the
data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his I phone and, after a few minutes, receives a response.

Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says Mark.

He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the
young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then Mark says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"

The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"

"You're a Congressman for the U.S. Government", says Mark.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required." answered the cowboy.

"You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of
dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter you are than I am; and you don't know a thing about how working people make a living - or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep. ....

Now give me back my dog.”

He's probably too short to play in the NFL.