The Adventures of Zepata and El Dayo
Part 1
The sunlight catches the tip
of Zepata's nose
A wry smile escapes his otherwise
stern countenance
Zepata has had victory today
and has ridden back
up into the hills
of his friendly
district
the peasants offering
him their
chickens, daughters,
homes
But Zepata smiles his appreciation
and rides his
stallion on
The faithful mount
The horse, bearing
not only Zepata
but enough ammunition
for a week's standoff
A steed worth to him
all the chickens,
daughters and homes
of May-Hee-Ko
for this steed El
Dayo
Knows all yet Dayo
tells not
El Dayo has gotten Zepata out
of many a fix
saved his life so
many times
Neither Zepata nor
Dayo
have enough fingers
and toes
to count
Especially El Dayo
Zepata smiles broadly
Dayo only asks for a friendly pat
and a bucket of oats
a day
Oh how well Zepata
knows what
the chickens,
daughters and homes
always tendered
require
Maintenance that is
what
So homeward it is
Zepata and Dayo climb
up the mountainous
route known only to Zepata
and his faithful
compadre
The Federalis ho ho
They never find
Night falls and
Zepata finds the escarpment
where his small
campfire will not be seen
in the valley below
hunted as he always
is
Dayo is turned loose
for the night
He never wanders far
Next night there will no scrub
and no creek-ets
Zepata love creek-ets
They put him to sleep
But in the high
country Zepata
must call home
There are no
creek-ets
Morning breaks
Zepata works the
kinks from his
war-worn body as he
painfully rises from
his blanket roll
Dayo he calls
Day-ay-ay-OH
Daylight come and
Me wan go home
From a distance comes the sound
of thundering
hoofbeats
Man and beast soon to
be re-united
Another ascension
past peasants and
their chickens,
daughters and homes
On to where his rude
hut and
Real Woman await
The woman who knows she has Zepata
The woman who knows
how to please Zepata
The woman
She awaits her hero
May-Hee-Ko's saviour
It will be good again
this time
[5-14-98 ]
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Racc-u-pine
and
from the archives:
Festoon Fox and KD Kat hang out high above the living room.
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Paying respects
Photo taken by LVD II on Memorial day 2010
Two Raccoon editor friends
(one shown below with another four-legged friend)
have trekked to Washington DC -
Bruce below very recently -
and not at my behest,
have voluntarily in their
respectful hearts
visited the Arlington grave of
WW II veteran Leslie V. Dix
our father
about whom the Raccoon has spoken
and they have read.
Bruce Hopper, patriot
Walt Lohman, patriot, starred, marched in a Waukesha Memorial day parade
in his Knights Templar uniform. X years ago.
Walt at breakfast with me at Dave's.
Bruce, outdoorsman, long dist. bicyclist
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Quick as you can wink an eye
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String
Theory
I have to believe a Beethoven
string quartet is not unlike
the
elliptical music of gossip:
one violin excited
to pass its small story
along
to the next violin and the next
until, finally, come full
circle,
the whole conversation is changed.
And I have to believe such music
is at work at the deep heart of
things,
that under the protons and electrons,
behind the bosons and
quarks,
with their bonds and strange attractors,
these strings, these tiny
vibrations,
abuzz with their big ideas,
are filling the universe with
gossip,
the unsung art of small talk
that, not unlike busybody Beethoven,
keeps us forever together,
even
when everything’s flying apart.
"String Theory" by Ronald Wallace
from For Dear Life. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 2015
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Happy upcoming 4th!
Those of us who reside downtown
or do business down hereare now well-used to the dust kicked up by the construction on Main Street Here at the Odd Fellows we are taking advantage of gritty conditions by practice our soft shoe routines.  "Summer lemonade" 
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Rory gets Konged on the head
Rory Dix-Willard of Appleton WI has her own Kong brush now
as the word of the amazing grooming tool continues to spread.
She awaits word on what her real last name is to become
after the marriage of her combined caretakers,
Erin Dix and Ben Willard on July 3rd.
More on that later.
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