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Show ffoijgucs by and I JayWamsley ClCCllSj My, what strange weather. One minute it is trying it's darndest to be spring. And the next it is snowing. Salt, no less. And of course, the wind has got to blow. Boy, did it blow. It blew so hard last week, I had whitecaps in my commode. Of course I am used to weird winters, you know. Where I grew up we have 11 months of winter and one month of good cold weather. In fact, once they re-surveyed re-surveyed the state lines near my home town and found one farmer who had always thought he was just barely into Wyoming was actually in Utah. "Whew," he said, after learning lear-ning the news, "I'm sure glad. I was getting tired of those Wyoming winters." But no matter how cold it got at home, we always had a good cropof mosquitoes. Not just ordinary mosquitos-big ones. Ones that would slap back. I once worked with an oil distributor, and I pumped 10 gallons of gas into a mosquito before I realized it wasn't the company plane. Really. And of course we had our dry summers, too. It was so dry one year, even the water snakes were carrying canteens. People were pinning postage stamps to letters. let-ters. It did rain one day that summer, however. Rained cotton, that is. People would get off work just to sit and watch a Coors commercial. Which brings up an interesting point: I wonder if the drought will ever reach the point where brewers won't have the water to make beer. Don't hold your breath. |