I saw Tom Yarbourough a couple of weeks ago, and he said Steve (Wilson?) the  owner of Kudzu books died. The whole company closed afterwards. It was still a warehouse in Cartersville, and I had heard they were just doing wholesale. I would normally assume that if Mr. Wilson takes a dirt nap that "Smitty" would soon follow because he  was so co- ( Read more... )

BECAUSE I am turning the end of yet another decade in my boring life on Wednesday,and Wes you know everything and  need not respond online. I am going to NYC to live even if I go with only five dollars in my pocket. I was hoping to be packing now but my 'close' friend......wanted to go somewhere late at night which I did not want to go, to buy ( Read more... )

wes let me take the two kittens, little susie went home to his sister's house in july. The siamese cat is named Frankie for "old blue eyes" a nickname for frank sinatra. corny, indeed but the name stuck. The teense still remains for the fluffy tabby and siamese cat. I am maybe still looking for a new name. Both of them are big and crazy. I need to  ( Read more... )

it is official, wes and me have broken up. We are still on friendly terms, of course. The old cat was literrally on death's door. I had him put down and Wes and my brother helped bury him in the middle of the  azalea BUSHES. This keyboard sucks.

I am at my parents's house,aka "the ranch". So should anyone wish to favor me with a call, it is 770-552- ( Read more... )

It was kinda of  our neighbors fault that we lost Veronica, although they probably had good intentions. Wes was distraught and is still calling her from the window. The neighbors brought over a kitten. The kitten was born to a part siamese and part grey tabby mother who though appeared well fed was always outside. She had two other kittens. She was ( Read more... )

Veronica got out the other night and started fighting with some other cat. We weren't able to find her until the next night when Wes saw her in a tree beyond the parking lot. A mexican guy (no english, we no hablos hispaniola) climbed the tree and spooked her to the top crook of the tree which was at least five stories tall, and witheringly dead ( Read more... )

My childhood friend, Sydney, is my age.  We grew up on the same street and we will both turn 48 in the next few months Our similarities end there. This story happened maybe last fall.

Wes, Sydney's husband, Sydney and me all went to an Indian Restaurant at Chamblee Plaza. Incidentally, Chamblee Plaza was Sydney and my self's cultural mecca when we ( Read more... )

In regards to Wes's post about how the old cat has made our house a barnyard----------well let me just say that my standards have been considerably lowered. I am not just happy to see a well formed poop in the litter box; I am delighted to see a well formed poop anywhere! 

Go to ropeburns page and click The Breath, and see Wes at his most glorious washed-up hippie self as the shaman in a little, badly written film. It's a post apocalyptic story with bicycle couriers. I don't care that apparently nobody watched the giant doll on my halloween page. All she was was a giant puppet that was operated by a crane, she   ( Read more... )

See her open her eyes. See her walk. See her move her arms and ride small children on them. She's a Giant Girl Doll--click on the link, you will like this.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1522158746296131750