Whispers in the wind
The night came swift
A deer with the wind
Only to know that he is dead
Please say a prayer and weep for the deer
Christmas petals are everyhwere
by Dave Garwood
First of all Dave apologizes for the unannounced absense but would like
everyone to know it was out of his hands: the editor was on vacation. Apologies
aside Dave has a good edition for you this week.
A few weeks ago Dave told me that he loved yard work and would really like to
help me get my yard into shape for the season. This weekend we decided to
get the yard cleaned up and I invited Dave to help rake leaves and clear some
brush. Dave agreed to help out but stipulated that a six pack of beer and a few
packs of cigarettes would be his going rate. He'd work all day long....just wait
and see.
Long story short, all day long turned into about forty minutes of half-assed
raking leaves. Dave showed up drunk, demanded his six pack on ice before
work started, and concentrated on finishing the six pack instead of doing any
work. Without more boring explaination here are some pics of his day doing
"yard work". Click to enlarge any picture.

As you can see Dave
spent more time laying
around than standing up
with a rake in hand.
Notice no picture without a
beer in hand.