Dressing Under the Influence

Oh, life in the Rocky Mountain states where you could tell how far somebody had driven by the number of empty beer cans in the back of the pickup (or tossed on the side of the road)–at least before the hobnailed boot of Federal matching highway funds kicked states rights in the balls. Montana is a state where for a long time there wasn’t a speed limit as such. Alan Hale remembers those days and knows this country is going to hell in a handbasket. When I read his campiagn statement I could see him weaving and gesturing with a cigarette, weaving like a pickup leaving his bar.

Well, Rep. Hale, that’s what happens when you move to a landlocked state for fear of being shipwrecked again. It’s a trade-off.

Nothing more civilized than gin and tonics off the tailgate by a trout stream in the late afternoon.

OK, now, was this and April Fool’s Day joke?

@Benedick is not as stupid as he looks.: I wish.

Hey, Alan Hale, the ’70s called and want their bad hair and clothes back.

There are some strange traditions in different parts of the country, but I never realized that being killed or maimed by a drunk driver was one which any of my fellow citizens would fight to preserve.