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Whistle Up A Rope: Like Herds Of Buffalo
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. Like Herds Of Buffalo. Who live on the road,. Must have a code,. That you can live by.”. Teach Your Children Well,. Crosby, Stills and Nash. I would climb into the mountains to seek a cold, clean, isolated mountain stream to sit in for a couple of days. That would surely do the trick! 8220;No, sorry,” I offered, “I’m not from around here.”. Exactly as they indicated, an easy hike of no more than 30 minutes brought ...
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Whistle Up A Rope: Cowgirl With A Farmer's Tan
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. Cowgirl With A Farmer's Tan. Baker, Montana, loiters quietly in the dust along U.S. Highway 12, crammed up against the border of North Dakota like an afterthought. You can’t get anymore east in Montana than Baker without actually becoming North Dakota. And for Baker, being North Dakota is only slightly better than being Chicago, St. Louis or, forbid, New York City. Which is probably why Baker is right where it is.
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Whistle Up A Rope: A Cowboy Hat Goes To Milwaukee
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. A Cowboy Hat Goes To Milwaukee. The hat had been tossed casually upon the luggage rack above the seat, next to a scuffled duffel bag and a box of rocks taped heavily on all sides. The hat rode expertly, well-balanced, its weight evenly distributed. It seemed so perfectly in place that no one even noticed it. In the bone-dry air of the high plains, the heat of the sun penetrates only where the sun strikes. A goo...
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Whistle Up A Rope: The Perfect Ice
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. I was glued to the Olympics in 1980. I had been living in California for four years and I was starving for winter. Eric Heiden was my approximate age and each time he came around that final turn, shoulder to the ice, thighs pumping, skates flashing, I leaned slightly in front of my TV, the muscles in my legs flexing in unison, my fists subconsciously opening and closing ever so slightly. 8226; • •. Slowing down, I ...
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Whistle Up A Rope: December 2008
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Tuesday, December 23, 2008. The Best Ten Cents. The sound of distorted music being played much too loudly reverberated from inside a parked car, escaped through open windows, and swirled upwards from the narrow alley below. Two automobiles in a chance meeting were parked at 3:00 am, their windows open, their occupants shouting, boasting and laughing loudly. He leaned out the window. “Hey, shut up down there! He decided to go by feel. And the...
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Whistle Up A Rope: At The Beer Tent, Milwaukee SummerFest, 1988
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. At The Beer Tent, Milwaukee SummerFest, 1988. Shirtless young hard boys. Spitting false bravado,. Swilling and spilling beer. As they laugh much too loudly. At heavily-boobed young maidens. Walking on the arms of geeks. Contact me at jeffLhowe@verizon.net if you have difficulties. Things will continue to evolve. The Best Ten Cents. Cowgirl With A Farmers Tan. At The Beer Tent, Milwaukee SummerFest, 1988.
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Whistle Up A Rope: The Best Ten Cents
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Tuesday, December 23, 2008. The Best Ten Cents. The sound of distorted music being played much too loudly reverberated from inside a parked car, escaped through open windows, and swirled upwards from the narrow alley below. Two automobiles in a chance meeting were parked at 3:00 am, their windows open, their occupants shouting, boasting and laughing loudly. He leaned out the window. “Hey, shut up down there! He decided to go by feel. And the...
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Whistle Up A Rope: Squirrel Chicken
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Monday, December 22, 2008. Up until this morning, the squirrels have been winning. I’m not talking about the Battle of the Bird Feeder or the fact that they maraud through my bonsai garden like miniature bulls in a china shop. I’m talking about the head games, the test of will - the outwit, outlast, daredevil game of chicken that squirrels play out on roadways every day all across America. 8220;What the heck was that all about? Contact me at...
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Whistle Up A Rope: Sweet Old Burt
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Whistle Up A Rope. Short stories and observations by Jeff Howe. Tuesday, December 23, 2008. But at other times, he became an angry, irrational tyrant. He could be the meanest, angriest, most ornery s’nof’a‘bitch you could imagine, angering those around him and causing even his friends and family to turn away. At those times the moniker “SOB” applied equally as well. 8226; • •. 8226; • •. 8226; • •. I’ve always felt a little uncomfortable about that gravestone over the years. I can’t help ...SOB – A...
