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Show I'" i ; V There is nothing quite so intimidating to a writer as a blank piece of paper.... Sure signs summer is on. the wane; up at Smith-Morehouse the leaves are already starting to turn. Friday those deliriously happy women you will , see idly wandering through stores are going to be mothers whose children have returned to school. Friday afternoon those major Miners play their first football game of the season. The mornings are cool and crisp with a hint of fall, my favorite season, in the air... Sometimes, as all writers know, the muse doesn't bite. You try to feed himher with cocktails or candy bars or coffee, but nothing seems to hook on. And so you stare as I am at this very moment at a very blank page and beg the little creature to read your posterior from a fate worse than a typo- no copy... Oh, there are a few things I could write about, but I'm not certain where I'd take them. For instance, Park City's annual challenge event for all operators of motor vehicles, The Drive and Cry. This competition places you and your car against the powers that be in the city. Motorists assume normal driving patterns in only a few locations in town. For the most part, they are forced to wait in long lines or take detours on sleepy little streets (where else but Park City would you see a suggested detour sign? Like, maybe, perhaps if you want, you could possibly relieve a bit of traffic and drive up this way). The test of one's shocks and one's patience have earned . this event the name Drive and Cry... . -Or, I could mention how the filming continues and so does our lovehate relationship with the stars. Knowing that Park City will be splashed all over the screen is not enough of a consolation for many. Still, the Cowboy Bar's filming of Jim Stafford and Tanya Tucker was fun to watch for the twelve minutes or so the duo performed. Stafford's tribute to Dixie (local bar maid, not old South) brought a chuckle out of most everyone. A sense of humor was not in evidence when I asked a TaftSunn person how the filming was going on "Grizzly Adams Strikes Back". The movie is called, "The Capture of Grizzly Admas," I was icily told. No sense of humor... Certainly if you have read this far you are gaining a deep appreciation for a writer in pain. There is the temptation to list license plate numbers of notable people who have parked in front of the houses of other notable people (not to worry, my friend, I'm not that desparate. yet). Or I could spill out the contents of the grocery cart of other notable types. I mean I'm talking about your hot column items of the week. But better, I sapre us all the pain and in my case embarassment of dragging this thing on any ' longer. Nothing seems to strike a vein with me today. If in your travels on the detour you should spot a little gnome-like creature in a beat-up derby hat and an old corduoroy jacket that is undoubtedly my muse. . Just tell him '.. , missed him this week... |