In the following photograph, Brent the Mushroom Hunter is carrying a chainsaw. Attached to his backpack is a hardhat and a pair of earmuffs, both examples of reasonable chainsaw co-cargo. Poking out of the backpack, however, are, according to my count, six small sticks. The photograph, therefore, is a mystery and, thus, a riddle.
Anyone want to try to solve it?
Brent the Mushroom Hunter picked me up at the airport today.
We talked about long distance driving, biochar, carrots, radishes, oak logs, and shiitakes.
And we noticed little gang of robins hopping around in the snow...
Brent: I wonder what they're eating these days. Robins eat bugs.
Jake: Good question. I guess they must eat grass and seeds and stuff like that too.
Brent: Yeah. Pretty amazing, though. That'd be like us eating wood chips.
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When I picked up this van (the wheels that'll carry us to the inauguration) last night, the Enterprise guy had left the radio tuned to a nothing but '90s rock station. So I've been listening. And brushing back up.
'90s rock was, after all, one of my first music loves.
The first concert I ever went to was Stone Temple Pilots in West Philly in summer 1994. I went with Brent the Mushroom Hunter (before he was a mushroom hunter, of course) and Tara, that summer's babysitter (for my cousins, my sister, and, whether we admitted it or not, us 12 year olds too). Someone smashed our windshield during the show, so we hung in the police station and Tara played banjo while we waited for my mom and aunt to come get us. Brent got a totally sweet tie dye STP t shirt. I STILL regret that the one I bought was black and white.
Anyway, this song came on while the van and I were driving to Dover, DE this morning. Yeah. Dover, DE. Capital of the First State. It was awesome.
Interstate Love Song is track 4 on Purple.
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