I just like a good deep fried morel mushroom and a cold PBR, all while picking ticks off! I need to make it to Alabama some day as well. You got any morels down there in the wudz?
Me and mushrooms reached antruce, I don’t hunt and eat them, and they don’t hunt and eat me :-). When I was a kid and did something disturbing, my momma was likely to say, “Only a mother could love it.” It being me. Gwad only knows how many blue ribbons I drank. A mom and pop store sold them out the back door to my underaged friends and me for $5 a case of 24. Now they are $5 a can in fancy bars.
I had a dream about going there. Not sure I want to risk testing my old Toyota van that much, and with my lower legs and feet always numb, and my hands going numb after long stretches on the steering wheel, I considered call a travel agent about flying to St. Louis or Omaha and renting a car. About same time, Erik Rititenberry wrote something spectacular at his Poetic Outlaws about him needing to get a away and taking a long road trip and stumbling into a for real Jedi, who ives in his home on 4 wheels and gets by barely with some wrirings on his website that people pay to enjoy.
We just drove our old Honda to Tampa and back to East Tennessee and it held up better than me 😂. After a couple of adjustments I wouldn't think anything of going to Nebraska in it. Only been there once but have wanted to return ever since. The wife and I are trying to get an RV to spend the rest of our days together wandering around the highways and byways of this still great nation. There's still plenty to see in Alabama, maybe we'll be in your neck of the woods soon.
I’ve driven the Sienna to Key West and back, to Ashville, North Carolina and back, it has 256,000 miles on now, and probably is in much better health than I am. Nebraska is the only state in continential USA I have not been in. I once thought I would love to be in a camper of some kind, with a woman I really liked, going wherever, stopping and hanging out, and moving on. I think my romance days are over, and my physical health is not great, and maybe I’m too chicken, as well as don’t feel so good a lot of the time, to be wandering around in the van. I once was used to sleeping invehicels, tents, outside, but it’s been a a while.
I use to hunt morell mushrooms with my mother and aunt when I was a preschooler.
That spot in the woods was a family secret. They didn't trust me to pick mushrooms, although they were easy to spot. I kept my eyes peeled for Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers.
I'm mostly... but not completely kidding about the loss of humor, I will take the fifth on the pretension. But as a louisvillian of a certain age I think I get at least one cranky pass.
OK, that one sent me for a spin. I have some mushrooms in my freezer, but I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing. Yeah I might be a bit old for it, but it’s only a small bite I need. (did I say that out loud?)
Well, if you easterners come out to my neck of the woods, here in Orygon and go searching around our deep dark forests for 'shrooms, a bendin' and a pickin' -your likely to wind up Squatch bait! Or maybe even have a Squatch love-child! Better bring your Dudo Squatch-B-Gone spray repellent. I think they sell them down at the Church for 19.99, minimum order 12 cans.
Jesus f-ing Christ,
ya keep this up,
ya gonna wake the dead,
maybe the zombies will love ya for it,
maybe they will try to bite ya and
Make ya into one of them,
the Curch of Dudo ain’t no joke,
it don’t need no psycho mushrooms
to make its points,
but bring them on anyway,
for them who need jet stream assist.
‘
Gawd, I do truly wish I wuz younger,
feel up to driving from Alabama to Rulo
to hang out round your Wonder Bread truck,
sipping water with fresh lemon slices,
as my ailing body no longer tolerates
the fruit of the vines, hops, corn, barley, etc.
And dear old Mary Jane,
she leave me with a migraine next day.
But I somehow outsmarted fate,
or something did,
cause I can go sit in the public
park across the street from
this old apartment building,
where I end up living
everytime I quit running away from home,
and I sit on a park bench,
pull my baseball camp down
over my shut eyes,
tell the trees, shrubs and park creatures
I’m back-
as if they need to be told,
and I am open to whatever they,
or whatever,
wants to do or show me,
and after a while,
I’m off on another trip,
feeling definitely not of this world energy,
seeing this and or that abstract
through my closed eyes
just hanging out,
sitting on that bench,
aware of people and their dogs walking by,
in my own world,
or a world briefly loaned to me,
which leaves me feeling rejuvenated
for a little while.
Ya know,
I wonder if might have the juice
to drive to Rulo,
I hope to get a sign,
I think maybe I ain’t gonna feel entirely right
if I don’t see that Wonder bread truck
before the Lord takes me,
but I probably won’t eat mushrroms,
‘cause they come out of me just like
they went in,
my proessing plant don’t
seem to recognize them,
and I never took the psyco kind,
nor any psycho kind of plants
or psycho chemicals,
it’s been au naturale for me.
I just like a good deep fried morel mushroom and a cold PBR, all while picking ticks off! I need to make it to Alabama some day as well. You got any morels down there in the wudz?
Me and mushrooms reached antruce, I don’t hunt and eat them, and they don’t hunt and eat me :-). When I was a kid and did something disturbing, my momma was likely to say, “Only a mother could love it.” It being me. Gwad only knows how many blue ribbons I drank. A mom and pop store sold them out the back door to my underaged friends and me for $5 a case of 24. Now they are $5 a can in fancy bars.
A world briefly loaned to me… I like that. And suddenly feel like going back to Nebraska even more than before.
My grandchildren call me Grandfossil, and sometimes I write to them at Grandfossil’s Tales to His Grandchildren, grandfossil.blogspot.com
I write letters to our grandsons and plan to start recording YouTube videos for them set up to go live on both of their 18th birthdays.
I had a dream about going there. Not sure I want to risk testing my old Toyota van that much, and with my lower legs and feet always numb, and my hands going numb after long stretches on the steering wheel, I considered call a travel agent about flying to St. Louis or Omaha and renting a car. About same time, Erik Rititenberry wrote something spectacular at his Poetic Outlaws about him needing to get a away and taking a long road trip and stumbling into a for real Jedi, who ives in his home on 4 wheels and gets by barely with some wrirings on his website that people pay to enjoy.
We just drove our old Honda to Tampa and back to East Tennessee and it held up better than me 😂. After a couple of adjustments I wouldn't think anything of going to Nebraska in it. Only been there once but have wanted to return ever since. The wife and I are trying to get an RV to spend the rest of our days together wandering around the highways and byways of this still great nation. There's still plenty to see in Alabama, maybe we'll be in your neck of the woods soon.
I’ve driven the Sienna to Key West and back, to Ashville, North Carolina and back, it has 256,000 miles on now, and probably is in much better health than I am. Nebraska is the only state in continential USA I have not been in. I once thought I would love to be in a camper of some kind, with a woman I really liked, going wherever, stopping and hanging out, and moving on. I think my romance days are over, and my physical health is not great, and maybe I’m too chicken, as well as don’t feel so good a lot of the time, to be wandering around in the van. I once was used to sleeping invehicels, tents, outside, but it’s been a a while.
I use to hunt morell mushrooms with my mother and aunt when I was a preschooler.
That spot in the woods was a family secret. They didn't trust me to pick mushrooms, although they were easy to spot. I kept my eyes peeled for Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers.
Yes the Jack-in-the-pulpit! You are in the know.............
They had plants at Idlewild (native plants and beneficial bugs plus an insectarium). I was super excited and they look great in our shady spot.
There's nothing like a morel mushroom! I went shrooming every April/May throughout my childhood at our secret place. It has been handed down in our family for God only knows how many years and generations. https://open.substack.com/pub/catherinejheck/p/lets-go-shrooming?r=12i6gv&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
These guys are delicious dipped in egg and flour then fried in butter! My mom would freeze them and we ate them year round.
That is the best way!
Don't I know it! You're preaching to the choir here Rulo. 😁
This is like if Will Oldham still had a sense of humor, but less pretentious.
Im a huge Bonnie Prince Billy fan. The video for Quail and Dumplings is super funny!
I'm mostly... but not completely kidding about the loss of humor, I will take the fifth on the pretension. But as a louisvillian of a certain age I think I get at least one cranky pass.
I agree with you he is at his best being silly and not as pretentious.
Love to chat but I gotta get my lawn mower down to the Pizza Hut for that wash.
Me first! Me first!
OK, that one sent me for a spin. I have some mushrooms in my freezer, but I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing. Yeah I might be a bit old for it, but it’s only a small bite I need. (did I say that out loud?)
Thank you! I love the lyrics. I’ve never been mushroom hunting mushroom 🍄
Well, if you easterners come out to my neck of the woods, here in Orygon and go searching around our deep dark forests for 'shrooms, a bendin' and a pickin' -your likely to wind up Squatch bait! Or maybe even have a Squatch love-child! Better bring your Dudo Squatch-B-Gone spray repellent. I think they sell them down at the Church for 19.99, minimum order 12 cans.
What about using a Radio Rulo coupon?
Absolutely! Those coupons are free after first $500 dollars of purchases!
😂