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Back atcha, Ksq!
The new family moves in x-mas day ... might just as well start it off with a party! I bought my first Barbie Fun House. Hoo-wheee! HAR!!
lucky@juddzfarm.man
Merry Politically Correct Whatever to you all!
... and I mean that sincerely.
visions@juddzfarm.sugarplums
Thanks, Husker. ... end.
It's good to be king ...
... of my own little town. (Tom Petty)
" ... sounds like a major step in life. When are they moving in to the farm?"(NYC)
GULP! Ya think?! HAR!! They'll probably move in around the end of the year. My friends have told me for years that this place needed a "woman's touch" ... I hope I didn't overdue it!
It IS good to be King and they treat me as such. My duty is to my Queen and Princess'. It's a good gig!
Thanks.
99@juddzfarm.2life
I'm engaged.
I asked 4 women ... they all said yes.
Ages - 33, 10, 7, & 4.
family@juddzfarm.man
Matey, Birthdays are good! I'm gonna try to have as many as I can. Odds are damm good that I won't have as many as I've already had though.
moreyesterdays@juddzfarm.tomorrows
I think you should put one of your polo shirts on every sign carrying, freeway on-ramp begger/junkie. Thousands of people a day would see 'em and they could use a little dressing up.
Heck, you could even supply them with some OCS cardboard.
willhunt@juddzfarm.4food
Thanks, NYC. ... Mystery?? end.
Thank you K2! Long time - no type!
I have literally NEVER been better. Life is wonderful these days. Life is a reoccuring series of hills and valleys, so I'm a little apprehensive ... but enjoying the schit out of the view from up here right now.
I sincerely hope that you are faring as well.
well@juddzfarm.loved
Matey ...
I was framed.
Heck, I was just joshin' ya.
I never figured you for one who would bribe the FBI ... especially beings you owe the IRS so dang much money!
merrily@juddzfarm.rollalong
Sooo NYC, Does that mean that you're looking for a new partner now??
I have a criminal record and some spare time if you're interested!
hardy@juddzfarm.har
Melting heart ...
I took Abby (4) to work with me yesterday. I spent the afternoon answering an endless, seriously ... endless(!) amount of four year old questions as I went about my business. The highlight of Abby's day was a stop on the way home at 31 Flavors and a sugar cone. The highlight of mine was when we got back home.
Abby says, "I have a secret to tell you." I leaned down and she whispers into my ear, "I love you, Judd." and gives me a peck and a squeeze. Maybe that's nothing too special for you folks used to having kids around, but for an old childless bachelor ... I melted right into my boots.
cockles@juddzfarm.warmed
Viv, Despite my personal distain for military service, I'm glad to hear it's working out for your nephew. I'm REALLY glad that nobody shot him!
That was a well written piece.
greetings@juddzfarm
"Bout time ya got off yer ass! Good news, Husker.end
Dang, Husker. It sounds like you're having a tough go of it.
Keep your chin up, brotha. It ain't much help, but I hope you kick this thing in the ass. Keep up the good fight.
pullin'@juddzfarm.4u
We call 'em Springers ... on account of the spring run.eom
I caught a 29 pound salmon last sunday. My personal biggest fish. My buddy had a 30lb+ in the boat, but it was a wild fish and we returned it unharmed. My other friend hooked a dandy. It rolled about 20' ft. from the boat and spit out the hook. ... Not a bad morning!
Monday, I took a truckload of girls up to the mountain for some hidden high lake Brookies. D (age 9) and B (7), caught their first fishes ... or rather, those were the first fishes that caught them. They did pretty darn good. I didn't even take a pole. I correctly figured I'd be too busy untanglin' line, wormin' hooks and takin' off fish to do any fishin'. Heehee ... I had more fun than anybody!
We did NOT get our elk draw. We're thinkin' about Idaho. Has anyone hunted Idaho elk?
goodday@juddsfarm.onthebay
Yo Tennessee!
That explains all those folks on Beale street hollering up at the Peabody to ... "Keep it down up there!!".
Congrats on 10.
Nice photo of the hog.
That reminds me, my ex-Mother-In-Law has a birthday comin' up.
I've got a wild turkey hen with 6 chicks that has moved in here. I see them about every other day.
wildlife@juddzfarm.safari
I put a new exhaust & fishtails on the ol' scooter today. Damnation! Those stinkers are LOUD! Baffles are for sissies.
loudpipes@juddzfarm.savelives
Hempfest Guy, They were talking about that BBQ way down in Mississippi! It was not to be missed, they say. I sure enjoyed your town. Tell the folks, "Thanks".
mayin@juddzfarm.memphis
Howdy Pre,
Sorry to miss ya ... well, sorry about missin' a free beer, anyway. Hmmm, if the machine didn't come on I must of been taking a call. Heck, I ain't that far out of the way, you should of just came on in. For future reference, you can always leave the beer in the fridge if I'm not home.
handle@juddzfarm.pan/suds
Thanks folks ... eom.
Old white-haired black men ...
A few years ago, I was wandering aimlessly on Junior (my ol' Harley) when I found myself somewhere out in nowhere Nevada. It was Sunday morning, I was low on gas and each one horse, one gas station town pump was closed for Sunday services. I'd twist the trottle and hold my breath, hoping that I'd make it to the next town and that the proprietor was a backslider.
With the gas guage dangerously in the red zone, I pulled into my last hope. They looked open as I noticed the, "Next gas - 40 miles" sign. They were open for business, but out of gas. "I'm screwed", I thought as the toothless ol' white beard informed me of my bad luck.
He looked every bit the ol' prospector with his white hair and leather skin. His sidekick was a rather inbred looking desert rat about my age who had never been more than a hundred miles in either direction. Both were good natured and cordial and happy to take company this fine sunday morning.
Also trapped here in this tiny oasis was a van full of punk rockers from Canada. The local boys accepted their brightly colored hair and alien clothes with no more than a shrug. The punkers were pinning their hopes on a AAA truck with a gas can heading north from 80 miles away.
Sippin' Mt. Dew and trading lies and laughs with this eclectic band of characters, it began to become apparent that I really didn't care when the gas arrived and I was really ejoying myself. Then the town's sole resident, a 91 year old black man shuffled into the tiny store to buy a can of something for breakfast.
This ol' boy had seen it all and found most of it wanting. He talked of prejudice and pain ... which had led him here. He didn't need to speak of the loneliness of having no family. It was written on his face. His hope was eternity and he was just markin' time now, until Jesus set the record straight and ushered him into a mansion.
The ol' prospector finally remembered that if he purged the air out of the lines, he might get up a gallon or two of gas for me. He did and low and behold Junior got a full tankful. With a new hope the punkers brought their van around and danged if there wasn't enough for them too. A big 4x4 pulled in and even he got filled up!
Everybody said their "good-byes and good travels" and went their separate ways. The ol' prospector dreamed of someday opening up the old bar. The desert rat went back to serving the ol' prospector. The ol' black man sat on the bench, watched the occasional yuppie zoom past, rolled a cigarette and waited for Jesus.
I accelerated through 3rd gear as I passed the "Next gas- 40 miles" sign. With the warm wind whipping through my hair and thunder in my trottle, I wished I would of taken a photo or two. It's just as well, I reckoned. I'd not soon forget.
scooter@juddzfarm.stories
And to think, GP, Those folks so at home in downtown St. Louis, would freak at the thought of spending a night in the wilderness. Having seen both, I feel a heck of a lot more comfortable in the wilds. Men are too dang complex, unpredictable and dangerous, I prefer solitude and critters.
Great tip about the taxi driver ... I wish I'd of thought of that.
differentstrokes@juddzfarm.folks
Ksq ... (grin) eom.
GP, Ahh ... the good ol' days, no doubt. The crowd was generally good natured and the police made a strong showing. Although the crowd was split about 50/50 racially, I didn't notice any racial tension ... maybe it was the music.
We walked about 3/4 of a mile back to the rig through alleys and such at 2AM and I didn't feel threatened. I parked somewhere near a Texaco station and an old black taxi driver gave us a free lift the last few blocks, as I was semi-lost. I gave him a healthy tip anyway. He said, "You don't have to do that." I replied, "Yeah, but I did. Thank you.".
nofear@juddzfarm
April 29, 2004 -- On April 29, the 25th W.C. Handy Awards for blues music will be presented in Memphis, Tenn., and blues harmonica legend Charlie Musselwhite is once again nominated for Blues Instrumentalist, Harmonica -- a category he has won for the last 12 years running.
Musselwhite also has a new CD out called Sanctuary, with an opening track written by modern rock and soul artist Ben Harper, who also plays on two of the album's tracks. Both musicians recently joined Day to Day music critic Christian Bordal to talk about the roots of blues, how to keep the genre fresh for a new generation of fans -- and to play some live blues music.
The blues captured Musselwhite at an early age. Born in rural Mississippi and raised in Memphis, he says there was music all around. "I remember going to gospel tent meetings and there were street singers, blues singers, hillbilly singers," he tells Bordal. "I could hear people singing in the fields... singing the blues while they were working -- and man, it wrapped itself around me and made everything OK. It was my comforter."
Musselwhite learned to play the guitar and the harmonica, and at 18 he moved to Chicago, where the South Side blues scene was energetic. Muddy Waters, Elmore James, Sonny Boy Williamson, Little Walter -- they were all playing the city's blues clubs.
"I couldn't believe it, they were all there," he tells Bordal. "I was, like, out of my head -- every night, I'd be going to these clubs." It wasn't long before he was sitting in on gigs with some of these blues legends. Now Musselwhite is one of those legends, and young lions such as Harper are talking about him the way Musselwhite talks about those Chicago days.
"It's a dark album," Musselwhite says of his new CD. "I believe we're in dark times in America and in the world. I would hope the listener would find this album a place of safety, or sanctuary, a place of refuge in these dark times.
"The sprit of the blues is about keeping on keeping on -- getting through it," he says.
NYC, I didn't see Elvis ... and I checked all the 7-11's.
I did see ol' Charlie Musselwhite (master blues harpist) & band up close and personal. Styxx was there, but we couldn't get very close. We walked into BB King's bar on Beale St. There was a lone black dude sitting at a table right next to the stage. I asked if we could sit there and he shrugged and said, "Sure". As soon as the next song started, he climbed up on the stage and picked up his horn.
It was a magical trip. My girlfriend hadn't seen her long lost dad since she was two years old. A few months ago I found him on the internet in ARK, they talked and we flew/drove to meet him. He's an old blues man himself, now retired. He's a sweet, sweet man. I got to jam with him a bit and it was a really special time for everyone.
As fate would have it, his whole old band lives within 15 miles of me. He's planning a trip up here this summer and I'm hoping to get them all out to the farm for a jam night. Wouldn't THAT be cool! They're all in their 70's.
family@juddzfarm
brownarbsquared...
You can always whack those arbs. They push new growth from the top so where ever you whack 'em ... that's where they'll start back thick and green. (This is probably how I'd handle it, if they were mine.) We don't have those cursed locusts out here, so if that's the problem, whackin' 'em probably won't help. Spider mites and fungus can attack them as well, but not likely this early.
Yes. I'm dedicating one (3000 sqft) greenhouse to the hydroponic project. I sold out all the nursery stock in there before I left, so it's good to go. If it works like I hope, I'll fire up another one. It's 30 days from seed to harvest and I can grow year round. I'll plant and harvest a quarter of it every week. I'll be filling it with ladybugs to control aphids ... that should be cool.
lettuce@juddzfarm.pray
K, Arbs DO get old and tired looking. Your's may be beyond help. They're hard to bring back. I'm not sure of all your options in your zone. I'd keep a sharp eye for someone who has a hedge you admire and plant what they did.
Thanks. My life has been grand, lately. Business is good. I have yet another new project (hydroponic lettuce) and just returned from a great trip to the midwest and south. I had a blast in Memphis ... killer blues on the banks of the Mississippi. I walked up Beale St. ... and crawled back down it. HAR!!
goodtimes@juddzfarm.roll
Welcome back, Pre and thanks NYC for posting the photo.eom
Good eye, Buck. Those are Brookies.
Wild, cold water, pink meat, hidden high lake Brookies ... my personal favorite!
This was the 1st fishing trip for that little gal (actually last year's girlfriend's girl). We threw back as many as we caught, but kept a nice bunch. She was SOO excited! What joy! The photo was taken about midnight and she's still all wide-eyed. She was all over cleanin' them too. She HAD to finger the guts! HAR!!
goodclean@juddzfarm.fun
NYC, You DO have a GPS, don'tcha? If not, run and get ya one.
Get one without TOO many bells and whistles ... you want to be able to work the dang thing.
Have fun and bring home the bacon.
Don't let Pre pull the ol', "we only have one sleeping bag" routine. He likes to ply greenhorns with box wine and take advantage of 'em.
broke@juddzfarm.stump
Good luck Pre & NYC.
I noticed that the first swallows arrived on the day before yesterday. Winter is officially over! They are never wrong. My gosh, I've already got my farmer's tan workin'! Hmmm ...
coednaked@juddzfarm.plowin'?
Buck, It ain't just Best Buy, everyone does it. I reckon you can't blame 'em for trying to add profit to each sale Car dealers have been using that ripoff for years. I get ripoff "offers" from my Visa guys everyday.
When offered an extended warranty, I tell 'em that if the product is so substandard that I need one, I'll go elsewhere.
It stops 'em in their tracks.
thanks@juddzfarm.nothanks
Heck, I don't know. Call me practical, but...
I only have, want or need 3 firearms ... a big bore rifle, a shotgun and a bedstand pistol. I have a few friends who collect guns for each and every occasion. With so many options to choose from, they seldom get really proficient with any of them.
Beware the man with only one gun, for he knows how to use it.
simple@juddzfarm.man
NYC, My first experience with Danners...
Desperately needing new boots I decided to go for the best. The problem was, it was the day before a 6 mile hike into the Mt. Jefferson Wilderness. 6 miles and every stinkin' step is uphill! Add to that an 80 pound pack and I was expecting the worst. (I loaded up on the mole-skin).
A pleasant surprise is an understatement. Not only did I not get a single blister (first time), but my feet stayed dry and comfortable ... right out of the box!
NYC, I know how hard it is to lose those well worn boots, but if you're in the market, at least go try on a pair of Danners. Take the socks you'll be hunting/hiking in along and get a nice snug fit. Slop causes blisters.
happy@juddzfarm.camper
My favorite huntin' pants are fleece bibs. The fleece is silent, lightweight, comfortable, warm, barely holds water and dries quickly. Did I mention quiet?
The bibs add an extra "layer" to your torso for warmth and you don't have to pull pine needles and dirt outa your crack after you sit down. I find the suspender action of bibs much more comfortable than being bound up by a belt around my waist.
I took mine to a seamstress and had her put full length zippers on the outside of the legs for ventilation to prevent heating up on those long humps to the top of the mountian. If I unzip to my knees, the walking action pumps cool air right in.
outfitted@juddzfarm