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Show THE ZEPHYRJULY 1991 PAGE 2 1 There ere reasons, I explained, why I cannot My motivea are not nefarious. Just remember that Ifs human nature For people to be gregarious. page two If you really try to promote your town And make sure you get out the Word, You too can be invaded Human Herd. By the never-endin-g Jim Stiles After two days in my secret town I said goodbye to Pat, and Saloon Sally I wanted to stay a lot longer I I But knew couldnt dally. -- with apologies to Robert Service and Frank Lemon- - decided to take a little Journey this month And maybe find a good story. Friendly Dave said," Stiles be careful out there." I said, "Hey Dave, not to worry." I I headed east through Clmmaron Where the Kit Carson Cafe makes a great enchilada An hqur or so later I realized (burp) That I'd eaten a lot more than I oughta. got all this stuff at a junk sale That Alta & Hoag Thompson put on. I loaded my car with things I don't need. And content, I moved right along. I found myself on lonely roads That seemed to have no end. They travel straight and disappear Without a turn or a bend. I was driving my Volvo 144. was running about as well as expected; Which means that as I drove away, Catastrophe could not be excepted. I It was me, and the road, and the open sky And an antelope now and then. I haven't felt so faraway Since I can't remember when. It cars have always had a mind of their own; They often choose not to run. My And I learned a long, long time ago That being stranded is not any fun. Meanwhile the Volvo was still overheating. She kept getting hotter an hotter. It took me five days to figure out But on this special morning, she started right up; put It in gear and went. The thought of a week without Lycra Was a vision that was Heaven-sen- t. That all It needed was a gallon of water. I Impressed with my mechanical brilliance, I poured myself a drink. And while the clouds raced above the prairie, My mind began to think. watched the town of Moab mirror. Begin to shrink in my rear-vieAnd although it will always be home, Right now, I wanted to be farther than nearer. I w But with all that extra-adde- d headed south through old La Sal And stopped at the Paradox store. I lingered a while, then felt the urge to go And put the pedal to the floor. weight The car's temperature began to climb. And to finish this verse, I must admit I can't think of another damned word that will rhyme. In the town of Norwood, Colorado I stumbled upon a big "drug deal". Back In Moab, even so far away I could hear the Drug Task Force Squeal. Ignoring the warning, I kept on going Until I reached the Land of Enchantment And somewhere up on Skull Mountain, I set up my encampment But before you boys get too excited, You'd better come down off your fix. Because all these "drugs"are herbal, And they were made in Nineteen-ought-si- The next morning, i reached my favorite place, The home of my good friend Pat Cook. She said, "Are you ever going to reveal this town's name?" I only gave her a skeptical look. I x. know no safe depository of the ultimate powers of the society but the people themselves; if we think them not enlightened enough to exercise their control with a wholesome discretion, the remedy is not to take it from them, but to inform their discretion. Thomas Jefferson ZEPHYR P.O. BOX 327 MOAB, UTAH 84532 edited and published by Standing out here on these empty Plains,. I find myself missing my friends. Trying to find some sort of balance Is a struggle that never ends. So I turned the car west, and drove like the wind. My heart felt gladder and gladder. And I knew that I was almost home When I saw my first freestyle Ladder! There was the Lycra, the German tourists And my beloved County Commission I missed them too, but I had to come back To assemble this Zephyr edition. t t t t I THE CANYON COUNTRY When I find myself trapped In a crowd, I'm sure that I'll explode. But a life of total solitude Is an equally heavy load. major change occurred here this month at the Zephyr when Trlah Weal decided to give up her duties as Production Manager. Riling the void are Gary & Susan Clum, of Moab. They'll be putting all the story copy into the Dreaded Computer (my phobia, not theirs) and If you're reading this, successfully generating 8 point, Helvetica Bold type-Ju- st like before. They'll also be handling mailing labels, but if you have a problem with your A subscription, you are still required to yell at me, not them. I'd like to particularly thank Louise Claus and John West for letting us rely on their Laser printer for the last 25 Issues. Your patience and kindness have been greatly appreciated. In the future, the Zephyr will be utilizing Petra Computer Service's fancy laser, and we may experiment some with type styles. Helvetica Bold is hard to read for some people, and others have suggested that we enlarge the type. I can't do that; it requires 8 pL type to get all this copy into a 32 page paper. But we may be able to find a type style that isn't quite such a strain on the eyes. Again, Gary and Susan...welcome aboard. JIM STILES (801 259-77- 73 production managers GARY AND SUSAN CLUM contributing writers Jane S. Jones Jack Campbell Ken Davey BJ. Eardley historical photos poetry Frank Lemon Herb Ringer 1991 The Canyon Country Zephyr all rights reserved The Canyon Country Zephyr is a monthly newspaper, published eleven times a year at Moab, Utah. The opinions expressed herein are not necessarily those of its vendors, advertisers, or even at times of its publisher subscribe to THE ZEPHYR P.O. 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