The Dang Yankee encounters crocodiles in Costa Rica and is duly impressed with their mojo.
In an earlier post, I talked about how my new bird feeder didn’t attract any customers. Boy, how things have changed!
Yankee Land is bracing for another invasion this summer. Not a single hamlet will escape the onslaught, the sight of their alien figures striking terror among the local populace. And no, I’m not referring to the snowbirds returning from Florida for the season.
Gentlemen, why not consider a visit to Texas this spring to check out the wildflowers? The state’s rolling meadows are a spectacle this time of year. Your wives will love you for it, and, contrary to what you hear down at the bowling alley, it is not a gateway to scrapbooking.
It’s springtime here in Southwest Louisiana–time for our yearly pilgrimage to the garden center. My wife walked out with a century’s worth of annuals, while I came home with a bird feeder. So where are all the birds? The Dang Yankee sure doesn’t know.