I'm so dry I'm spittin' cotton,
--Bus Stop (1956)
The cups that cheer
but not inebriate--William Cowper
NOTE: RangerAgainstWar will not publish 'til next Monday. RAW's "Out on the OP - LP" feature will be back for those seeking advice or wishing to share sundry thoughts.
It is beastly hot here in the swamp, a real swelter -- still 90 degrees at 9 p.m. The moon even looked like it was melting. One survives on that abomination -- iced tea (but not the Southern sort, superaturated with sugar) -- and only has so much energy at such times, so we're taking a little break. RAW will be taking it on the road next week, seeking a respite of even a few degrees. We have lots of thoughts brewing, so please stick with us.
"Cabana boy, could I get that Mojito, now?"