I know that hospitals have free health clinics for the same reason they have Lifeflight helicopters. They pay large dividends. A few years ago one of the Omaha hospitals did nearly $100K of medical work for every patient that a chopper dropped off. The free screening will catch things like hyper thyroids, which, when the endocrinologist gets done, will gain them large sums. (this reminds me, I'll soon tell you about my experience with the radioactive cocktail)
Anyway, John Deere dealers do the same thing. For only $150 they will change the oil, wash, wax and replace some of the filters, and grease, your combine. Not bad eh? Oh yeah, free shipping. They will drive 45 miles with a semi-trailer, load this mammoth and take it to Iowa. FREE. What a Con-tree!!
So I get the call. Since I am the Insurance company in this case. "We'd like to come over and talk about which of the problems you'd like fixed". "Uh, why, how much will it be"? "I'll send someone over to visit with you and show you some estimates".
oboy.
"Only $6200! Well by all means, operate. Could we try it without novacaine? Would that cheapen it up"?
The combine came home. The bill 2 days later. $9200 "Uh do you guys need to add a $100 charge for 'non-descript' shop supplies to a nine thousand dollar repair bill?"
"Oh you don't, Oh that's wonderful, what about the $3000 overrun on the estimate?"
"No kidding, free pick-up and delivery?" "How do I pay for this"? "No interest or payment till January"!!! Great.
At least we know the thing's in perfect condition.
Yup. You guessed it. We got about 100 yards, before we had to call the shop to come fix this thing. Help!
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
B. S. I.
This is what happens when you have a 4 hour delay in Wichita. It is however a good example of the idle mind at work. The story is true. I think I'm getting behind the curve with these boys.
Body Shop Investigation
I was running my Freightliner down Interstate Eighty,
When an idea popped into my head.
I’ll stop in Lincoln and see the boys,
The twenty-seventh street exit straight ahead.
I pulled up in front, the family name,
Was proudly displayed on the sign.
Collision repair’s the name of their game,
They saw me and said “Just in time”!
“Come over here, it’ll be of some interest”
As we went to the back of the shop.
There sat a truck, a two thousand two,
With damage to the front end and top.
He calmly explained, he’d bought it this way,
And to fix’er up was his intention.
He’d drive it a while, be livin’ in style,
This plan was not his invention.
“Dad it’s done all the time,
The title is clear, It’ll make someone a nice truck.
It needs a grill, a fender, a hood,
And then he said with some luck”.
“I’ll sell it cheap, make a dollar or two,
To hold someone up’s not my game.
We’ll do it right, use quality parts,
You’ll never know she’s been lame.”
Said I “That’s a plan, but I have a question,
What happened to this truck in the wreck?”
I could then plainly tell, by the look on his face,
His excitement was barely in check.
“It’s my favorite pastime, to examine an auto,
and determine from the crinkles and bends,
Exactly what happened, the forces at work,
It’s a science Dad, I don’t need to pretend.”
His Brother chimed in, “this isn’t a guess,
We use the knowledge we’ve gained.
To learn where to lift, and then where to pull,
To get a perfect, straight frame”
“When it’s on the rack, and we start to work,
We must have a full understanding,
Of how it was bent, rolled over or hit,
Or maybe just had a soft landing”
Then said I “Please, what happened here,
Can you tell me from what you can see.
Did it roll down a hill and under a truck,
Or hit a sand dune or maybe a tree?”
Skillful hands then rubbed the front fender,
And he said “Please look at the relation,
Of the damage here, compared to the front,
This was caused during extrication.
“There’s red paint here, and white over there,
And more red at different locations.”
These were excellent clues, for these CSI fans,
You could tell they love there vocation.
They then circled around to the right side,
And examined closely the wiper.
They pulled out some hair “This came from a deer”
A hint they were soon to decipher.
“We’ve considered all of the evidence,
The red and white paint plus the hair.
It’s seldom we can be this conclusive,
A slam dunk like this is quite rare.”
“Our investigation has come to an end,
The circumstances are really quite clear.
This truck was involved in a collision,
With Santa’s sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.”
This happened, I swear, as I’ve told you,
My boys had sure tickled their entra’ls.
What should have been stated, besides CSI,
They also watch Comedy Central.
Cliff Morrow
Copyright
August 2004
Body Shop Investigation
I was running my Freightliner down Interstate Eighty,
When an idea popped into my head.
I’ll stop in Lincoln and see the boys,
The twenty-seventh street exit straight ahead.
I pulled up in front, the family name,
Was proudly displayed on the sign.
Collision repair’s the name of their game,
They saw me and said “Just in time”!
“Come over here, it’ll be of some interest”
As we went to the back of the shop.
There sat a truck, a two thousand two,
With damage to the front end and top.
He calmly explained, he’d bought it this way,
And to fix’er up was his intention.
He’d drive it a while, be livin’ in style,
This plan was not his invention.
“Dad it’s done all the time,
The title is clear, It’ll make someone a nice truck.
It needs a grill, a fender, a hood,
And then he said with some luck”.
“I’ll sell it cheap, make a dollar or two,
To hold someone up’s not my game.
We’ll do it right, use quality parts,
You’ll never know she’s been lame.”
Said I “That’s a plan, but I have a question,
What happened to this truck in the wreck?”
I could then plainly tell, by the look on his face,
His excitement was barely in check.
“It’s my favorite pastime, to examine an auto,
and determine from the crinkles and bends,
Exactly what happened, the forces at work,
It’s a science Dad, I don’t need to pretend.”
His Brother chimed in, “this isn’t a guess,
We use the knowledge we’ve gained.
To learn where to lift, and then where to pull,
To get a perfect, straight frame”
“When it’s on the rack, and we start to work,
We must have a full understanding,
Of how it was bent, rolled over or hit,
Or maybe just had a soft landing”
Then said I “Please, what happened here,
Can you tell me from what you can see.
Did it roll down a hill and under a truck,
Or hit a sand dune or maybe a tree?”
Skillful hands then rubbed the front fender,
And he said “Please look at the relation,
Of the damage here, compared to the front,
This was caused during extrication.
“There’s red paint here, and white over there,
And more red at different locations.”
These were excellent clues, for these CSI fans,
You could tell they love there vocation.
They then circled around to the right side,
And examined closely the wiper.
They pulled out some hair “This came from a deer”
A hint they were soon to decipher.
“We’ve considered all of the evidence,
The red and white paint plus the hair.
It’s seldom we can be this conclusive,
A slam dunk like this is quite rare.”
“Our investigation has come to an end,
The circumstances are really quite clear.
This truck was involved in a collision,
With Santa’s sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.”
This happened, I swear, as I’ve told you,
My boys had sure tickled their entra’ls.
What should have been stated, besides CSI,
They also watch Comedy Central.
Cliff Morrow
Copyright
August 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
I have finally taken my sleep test. Study for it was not bad. They wanted me to stay awake all day. Being on a Sunday it was with some difficulty, but I did it. They proceeded to glue electrodes on all over my head, face, chest, and legs. Put a sensor under my nose to tell them whether the air was coming out thru my mouth or nose. Put an oxygen sensor on my little finger. All of the above had a wire going to it. They could tell which way my eyes were looking and if they were open or closed. They knew by the microphone glued to my neck if I was talking or snoring. They new if I moved a leg or if I was breathing with my stomach or chest or both. There was a camera on me. These people surely work for Santa in December to determine if children are naughty or nice.
They got all of the wires gathered and made a kind of pony tail with them. (I'm sure the nurse knew how to wire dashboards on 747's. She then put a mask on my nose, asked me to not sleep on my side, (which I normally do) turned out the lights said good night and closed the door. I couldn't move without something pulling my skin.
After all of this I lay there, thinking, a mistake. I have a thought that goes thru my head several times a year. I find myself in a very uncomfortable, avoidable, situation. I usually get there by saying yes to someone I owe a favor to and the question usually starts with "Cliff, I'm going to be gone all next week and I was wondering if you would....", then I say "'yes" and think "how on earth did I get into this?". In this case it is an elective test, but I layed there, thinking and started laughing. It's not possible to laugh with air being pumped up your nose and down your throat. I could have gotten the role of Darth Vader with that voice. I hope the laughing doesn't show up on the printouts. Other wise the Dr will be saying, 'Uh Nancy, what's this, what was happening to the patient right here?"
I'm glad Mom and Santa didn't have this equipment when I was young.
They got all of the wires gathered and made a kind of pony tail with them. (I'm sure the nurse knew how to wire dashboards on 747's. She then put a mask on my nose, asked me to not sleep on my side, (which I normally do) turned out the lights said good night and closed the door. I couldn't move without something pulling my skin.
After all of this I lay there, thinking, a mistake. I have a thought that goes thru my head several times a year. I find myself in a very uncomfortable, avoidable, situation. I usually get there by saying yes to someone I owe a favor to and the question usually starts with "Cliff, I'm going to be gone all next week and I was wondering if you would....", then I say "'yes" and think "how on earth did I get into this?". In this case it is an elective test, but I layed there, thinking and started laughing. It's not possible to laugh with air being pumped up your nose and down your throat. I could have gotten the role of Darth Vader with that voice. I hope the laughing doesn't show up on the printouts. Other wise the Dr will be saying, 'Uh Nancy, what's this, what was happening to the patient right here?"
I'm glad Mom and Santa didn't have this equipment when I was young.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Sleep
I've had some trouble with sleep apnea. So I'm going to see a Dr at a sleep apnea clinic. The first question on the 10 page sleep history form is, "why are you coming to see us at this clinic?"
I came close, but did not put, "duh".
Instead I put, "and here's your sign."
My problem is that I don't know how to do a Sam Kennison scream with my computer.
I came close, but did not put, "duh".
Instead I put, "and here's your sign."
My problem is that I don't know how to do a Sam Kennison scream with my computer.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Highway Construction
I've been to Wichita and back twice this week. It's only Wed AM. Two things cross my mind. One, when entering a multi-lane hiway, or 'merging', find a gap, look at the car in front of that gap, and get in behind him. This is opposite of the popular belief that one should find a large yellow truck with two cars on his left, and then time your entrance so that you find yourself precisely beside the truck. Paying no attention to the large gap in front of, and behind, the yellow truck. This move is usually followed by the driver of the car giving a sneer, flashing their headlights, or a salute to the trucker, without the use of the entire hand.
Two, if wise investing is your game, one might look into any group holding highway construction companies, or maybe those making the orange barrels and cones. The miles under construction seems to be growing yearly. I fully expect my next trip to Wichita to be completely on the wrong side of the Interstate. Both ways.
Sorry to bore you but the merge deal has been on my rant list a long time.
Two, if wise investing is your game, one might look into any group holding highway construction companies, or maybe those making the orange barrels and cones. The miles under construction seems to be growing yearly. I fully expect my next trip to Wichita to be completely on the wrong side of the Interstate. Both ways.
Sorry to bore you but the merge deal has been on my rant list a long time.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Tekamah "The Corp of Recovery"
For two years, our little town has planned the mother
of all weekends. It began as a commemoration of 200
years since the Lewis and Clark expedition went past
the place where our town later was established. Then
two big shows were planned, then we decided to have
a concert, which ended up featuring one of the top touring
groups in the country, Lonestar. Throw in movies in the park,
a playground full of inflatables, (not what you think, these were
for kids) car show, tractor show, Sunday afternoon in the park,
community choir, and on and on and on.
The weekend was an emotional one for me, we had invested
so much time, and planning and we pretty much had all of
our eggs in one basket. Enough activities for our little town,
for any 2 year period, squeezed into 3 days. Did I mention
about 4 hours of sleep each of the 4 nights involved?
We had friends and family visitors to the area from all parts
of the United States, any one of which would have been the
highlight of the summer.
Regrets would be that we couldn't be good hosts to the very
important friends and family who were here. They were, and
will always be the most important part of our lives.
Things I'll never forget, trying to hold back tears while the cowboy
poet recited the Man from Snowy River, and verses about
our old school. The poems didn't get to me, it was his command
of the audiences feelings and their breathing that had me in awe
of his talents. Also the pride I felt for our town. The nay-sayers had
said it would be a flop. And then sitting in front of Lonestar, and
when the stage lights suddenly swung our direction and up the hill
like a big set of aircraft landing lights to unveil an awesome sight.
Wall to wall people, as far up the hill as you could see. Everyone
waving their arms and yelling and screaming for more.
Tuesday morning, I couldn't even think what it was that I did for a
living. Tuesday afternoon I took a two hour nap. I went to town to
find that the streets were nearly empty of people, once more. There
aren't porta-potties on every corner. The grass is getting a bit long
in everybody's lawn, and they don't care. I remember now that I was
trucking corn to Blair when this began. So I guess I'll go thru the motions
until I can get interested in work again.
Lewis and Clark have mercifully gone up the river from here. There's
been some talk of a picnic for them on their return in a year or so,
but most of us are hoping they just float by in the middle of the night.
of all weekends. It began as a commemoration of 200
years since the Lewis and Clark expedition went past
the place where our town later was established. Then
two big shows were planned, then we decided to have
a concert, which ended up featuring one of the top touring
groups in the country, Lonestar. Throw in movies in the park,
a playground full of inflatables, (not what you think, these were
for kids) car show, tractor show, Sunday afternoon in the park,
community choir, and on and on and on.
The weekend was an emotional one for me, we had invested
so much time, and planning and we pretty much had all of
our eggs in one basket. Enough activities for our little town,
for any 2 year period, squeezed into 3 days. Did I mention
about 4 hours of sleep each of the 4 nights involved?
We had friends and family visitors to the area from all parts
of the United States, any one of which would have been the
highlight of the summer.
Regrets would be that we couldn't be good hosts to the very
important friends and family who were here. They were, and
will always be the most important part of our lives.
Things I'll never forget, trying to hold back tears while the cowboy
poet recited the Man from Snowy River, and verses about
our old school. The poems didn't get to me, it was his command
of the audiences feelings and their breathing that had me in awe
of his talents. Also the pride I felt for our town. The nay-sayers had
said it would be a flop. And then sitting in front of Lonestar, and
when the stage lights suddenly swung our direction and up the hill
like a big set of aircraft landing lights to unveil an awesome sight.
Wall to wall people, as far up the hill as you could see. Everyone
waving their arms and yelling and screaming for more.
Tuesday morning, I couldn't even think what it was that I did for a
living. Tuesday afternoon I took a two hour nap. I went to town to
find that the streets were nearly empty of people, once more. There
aren't porta-potties on every corner. The grass is getting a bit long
in everybody's lawn, and they don't care. I remember now that I was
trucking corn to Blair when this began. So I guess I'll go thru the motions
until I can get interested in work again.
Lewis and Clark have mercifully gone up the river from here. There's
been some talk of a picnic for them on their return in a year or so,
but most of us are hoping they just float by in the middle of the night.
Monday, August 02, 2004
The Weather
Next weekend is the big event in Tekamah, Ne. Shows, carnival, Lewis and Clark lectures, cowboy poetry, car show, motorcyle show, tractor show, the city's 150 birthday party and the group Lonestar is coming to town on Saturday nite. Easily the largest single event to happen in Tekamah.
Because of this and all of the company we have coming to town, I have been watching the weather forecast for the entire week with an eye for specifics. High temps, Low temps, rain chances and so on.
I now believe that the forecast, is actually the result of a committee, some of whom, it's obvious, have been in to the adult beverages. And not just one committee, two. And they don't like each other. And never talk. Or they have a chicken in a cage with little squares drawn on the floor of the cage and when... ok never mind.
We are now 5 days away from the Cowboy Poetry show, and I can report that the temp will be between 80 and 98 degrees. And the chance of rain will be from none to 60% chance, to as high as likely. The low temps for the period will be upper 50's to about 75.
The bottom line... bring a jacket for the outdoor events. You'll be able to wear it to take the chill off, or get naked and use it for shade.
Because of this and all of the company we have coming to town, I have been watching the weather forecast for the entire week with an eye for specifics. High temps, Low temps, rain chances and so on.
I now believe that the forecast, is actually the result of a committee, some of whom, it's obvious, have been in to the adult beverages. And not just one committee, two. And they don't like each other. And never talk. Or they have a chicken in a cage with little squares drawn on the floor of the cage and when... ok never mind.
We are now 5 days away from the Cowboy Poetry show, and I can report that the temp will be between 80 and 98 degrees. And the chance of rain will be from none to 60% chance, to as high as likely. The low temps for the period will be upper 50's to about 75.
The bottom line... bring a jacket for the outdoor events. You'll be able to wear it to take the chill off, or get naked and use it for shade.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Breathless
Last week we had a great family reunion for my wife's side of the family. Even her Brother from New Zealand came, along with his wife. In the midst of all of the eating, visiting, and picture taking, we had a family baby shower for our son and his wife from Lincoln. They were expecting in the middle of September. I had to leave in the middle of all of this for a truck driving job to Wichita. I was feeling sorry for myself, I had to leave too late in the day, we had company at home, and I even had to stop on the way down to snooze. I couldn't stay awake and that little nap made it so I didn't leave Wichita until 4:00 AM. I stopped at the first rest area at 4:30 and went to bed.
At 6:00 AM, my phone rang and It was my son saying, "Dad, where are ya?" " North Wichita. Why?" " We had a baby last night." Right there, July 20 went thru my mind. My Dad's birthday. I thought about how we have our time here to try and make a difference and then make room for the next.
"Well that changes everything." "How soon can you get here Dad?" " I'm leaving right now."
The sleepiness was gone, the reunion was on the back burner along with truck driving and I was on my way to see two of the happiest people in world.
Everything was as it should be. Smiles, Grandmas, and Dad proudly handing the baby from visitor to visitor saying "meet Madilyn Rose". The reunion had moved to a hospital in Lincoln, NE.
I recieved an email the next day. At the bottom it said, Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, it's by the moments that take your breath away.
Grandma and Grandpa are breathless.
At 6:00 AM, my phone rang and It was my son saying, "Dad, where are ya?" " North Wichita. Why?" " We had a baby last night." Right there, July 20 went thru my mind. My Dad's birthday. I thought about how we have our time here to try and make a difference and then make room for the next.
"Well that changes everything." "How soon can you get here Dad?" " I'm leaving right now."
The sleepiness was gone, the reunion was on the back burner along with truck driving and I was on my way to see two of the happiest people in world.
Everything was as it should be. Smiles, Grandmas, and Dad proudly handing the baby from visitor to visitor saying "meet Madilyn Rose". The reunion had moved to a hospital in Lincoln, NE.
I recieved an email the next day. At the bottom it said, Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, it's by the moments that take your breath away.
Grandma and Grandpa are breathless.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Stumps
The stumps are gone. Family members will know what that means. The ten large cottonwoods in front of the house had to be removed and I was determined not to spend the money required to grind something away that was going to rot anyway. But I couldn't take it anymore.
Living on a farm has it's advantages. We got the job done cheaper because the man didn't have to haul anything away. We used the loader and now have a pile of mulch, big enough to fill one side of a two car garage.
Also, life on the farm is predictable, I have averaged out the aforementioned 41's at the golf course.
Living on a farm has it's advantages. We got the job done cheaper because the man didn't have to haul anything away. We used the loader and now have a pile of mulch, big enough to fill one side of a two car garage.
Also, life on the farm is predictable, I have averaged out the aforementioned 41's at the golf course.
Monday, July 05, 2004
The Parade
Putting a float in the town's parade is an obligation. At least it feels like one. If you fight the urge to deploy a float, you will get questions like, "so, I didn't see a Morrow Kennels Float in the parade, did I?" From past experience, we know that a float, when properly prepared is a joy to both behold and to drive proudly down the street. People cheering and you flinging candy as though you had been paid off by a Dentist.
It's best to plan the float well in advance, gather the material to do the job, and then casually, over a week (the one before the 4th) put it together. There you will see the fruits of your artistic expression merge with physical talents into what surely will be a winner. Something, that if seen by certain people in Pasadena, would put you on the fastrack to a permanent assignment there on New Years Day.
Then reality sets in. On the Saturday morning, the 3rd of July, my wife says "I want to put a float in the parade, for a change". For the last several years she had bought my argument that floats in parades are too stressful and made it so that we can't enjoy the 10 to 20 people who show up in Grandma's yard, to watch the parade. After all, there are things to get ready, tables, chairs, decorations, grills, charcoal, lighter, matches, ball gloves, coolers, ice, plates, silverware, and oh yes, the food.
The tone in her voice told me a float was in our near future. I said, "if you want a float, then we will make a float". I didn't realize until right then, that she had watched the movie "Dumb and Dumber", once to often. She wanted to make the Caravan look like a dog. At about 6 PM she starts. A dryer vent pipe covered with black cloth for a tail. Good. A red piece of construction paper sticking out from under the hood was a tongue. Good. Two large pieces of black cloth hanging out of the doors for ears. Looked more like large sunscreens. Four legs, white, outlined with black, taped to the side. Looked like two pieces of cardboard taped to the side of our van. Then she had a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, and taped to the hood. I said "what's that". She said, well actually screamed "It's a nose, what's it look like". Thinking back, I shouldn't have said "a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, taped to the hood of your van".
If I could have avoided snorting while trying not to laugh, that too would have been wise. I was able to duck the magic markers flying my way but she got me with the nose. I had to help make a nose. Which with my help, I must admit, ended up looking like a piece of black construction paper, bent and taped to the hood of the van.
It was time for me to put my talents to work. "Go make some signs for the van, and be sure to tie it in with the Lewis and Clark theme", she said. I already had an idea, but I was missing one important number. I thought I could get it off of the internet, which I did at about 2:30 am on the 4th of July. The number turned out to be 190.
I got up at 6 AM to put ten pounds of potato salad together, cooked 5 pounds of Sloppy Joes, and cleaned house. Oh yes the signs. I had them ready. She got to town at 10:30 to put everything on.
LEWIS AND CLARK'S MEN ATE 190 DOGS IN 2 YEARS.
WE AT MORROW KENNELS, HAVEN'T EATEN 1 DOG IN 25 YEARS.
Also one that said, IF OTHER KENNELS DON'T EAT DOGS, WHY DON'T THEY SAY SO???
They heard some laughs, and a few young females say "oooh, poor dogs" Others said "I can't believe you actually put that on the float".
I think all in all it was a successful float. If you want to get involved with small town America, come to Grandma's house on the 4th of July, next year, I'll be there watching a parade with my Wife and Grandchildren.
It's best to plan the float well in advance, gather the material to do the job, and then casually, over a week (the one before the 4th) put it together. There you will see the fruits of your artistic expression merge with physical talents into what surely will be a winner. Something, that if seen by certain people in Pasadena, would put you on the fastrack to a permanent assignment there on New Years Day.
Then reality sets in. On the Saturday morning, the 3rd of July, my wife says "I want to put a float in the parade, for a change". For the last several years she had bought my argument that floats in parades are too stressful and made it so that we can't enjoy the 10 to 20 people who show up in Grandma's yard, to watch the parade. After all, there are things to get ready, tables, chairs, decorations, grills, charcoal, lighter, matches, ball gloves, coolers, ice, plates, silverware, and oh yes, the food.
The tone in her voice told me a float was in our near future. I said, "if you want a float, then we will make a float". I didn't realize until right then, that she had watched the movie "Dumb and Dumber", once to often. She wanted to make the Caravan look like a dog. At about 6 PM she starts. A dryer vent pipe covered with black cloth for a tail. Good. A red piece of construction paper sticking out from under the hood was a tongue. Good. Two large pieces of black cloth hanging out of the doors for ears. Looked more like large sunscreens. Four legs, white, outlined with black, taped to the side. Looked like two pieces of cardboard taped to the side of our van. Then she had a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, and taped to the hood. I said "what's that". She said, well actually screamed "It's a nose, what's it look like". Thinking back, I shouldn't have said "a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, taped to the hood of your van".
If I could have avoided snorting while trying not to laugh, that too would have been wise. I was able to duck the magic markers flying my way but she got me with the nose. I had to help make a nose. Which with my help, I must admit, ended up looking like a piece of black construction paper, bent and taped to the hood of the van.
It was time for me to put my talents to work. "Go make some signs for the van, and be sure to tie it in with the Lewis and Clark theme", she said. I already had an idea, but I was missing one important number. I thought I could get it off of the internet, which I did at about 2:30 am on the 4th of July. The number turned out to be 190.
I got up at 6 AM to put ten pounds of potato salad together, cooked 5 pounds of Sloppy Joes, and cleaned house. Oh yes the signs. I had them ready. She got to town at 10:30 to put everything on.
LEWIS AND CLARK'S MEN ATE 190 DOGS IN 2 YEARS.
WE AT MORROW KENNELS, HAVEN'T EATEN 1 DOG IN 25 YEARS.
Also one that said, IF OTHER KENNELS DON'T EAT DOGS, WHY DON'T THEY SAY SO???
They heard some laughs, and a few young females say "oooh, poor dogs" Others said "I can't believe you actually put that on the float".
I think all in all it was a successful float. If you want to get involved with small town America, come to Grandma's house on the 4th of July, next year, I'll be there watching a parade with my Wife and Grandchildren.
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