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Raggedy, Thank you so much for once again keeping our listeners apprised of the celebs. We, of course, knew that Margaret Whiting would be among them.

Hmmmm. I recognized all but the guy on the right who seems to be standing on a beach.

Seems to be some sort of pollutant in our studio this morning as my eyes are watering. Is the air conditioning working?

And we have France to thank for that beacon of hope. Merci, mon ami.

You are welcome, Bob.

Thank you Francis.

Francis, Welcome back. We've missed you, and we also appreciate your having reminded us of Lady Liberty and the young Jewish girl who wrote the moving message engraved on the base.

You know, folks, of all the Kennedys, Rose endured, did she not?

Well, our bermbits has been on a family vacation and we hope to see him here before too long.

dys, you are such a cowboy clown, but we luvs ya, right folks?

Haven't seen Yitwail in a while. Hope all is well with our turtle.

Well, folks. I finally found the correct lyrics to "Moonlight in Vermont" and the following version is by Ray Charles:




Written by John Blackburn & Karl Suessdorf

Pennies in a stream
Falling leaves, a sycamore
Moonlight in Vermont

Icy finger-waves
Ski trails on a mountainside
Snowlight in Vermont

Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...

Ev'ning summer breeze
Warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont

<instrumental-one verse>

Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway
And they travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...

Ev'ning summer breeze
The warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont
You and I and Moonlight in Vermont.

A lovely jazz ballad, folks.

Time for dedication songs, listeners:

To Chris(my roofer):

Wo! I feel good, I knew that I would, now.
I feel good, I knew that I would, now.
So good, so good, I got you

Wo! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, well I got you

Wo! I feel good, I knew that I would, now.
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you

James Brown

FINALLY!

i'm doing well, thank you. i'm taking a little journey into the Great Plains, so WA2K will have to manage without me for a week or so.

BTW, i'm wondering how many listeners knew that Albert Brooks' real name is Albert Einstein? Brooks also has a brother, Super Dave Osborne, who's rather droll.

Well, shut my mouth (as if anyone could). Every once in a while the news really surprises me. This one did (and I thought they were just horsing around).



AP
Horse-and-Plow Farming Making a Comeback

By JOSEPH B. FRAZIER, Associated Press Writer Fri Jul 22, 3:23 AM ET

SISTERS, Ore. - To some, the thought of a farmer patiently working the field behind a horse and plow might evoke pangs of nostalgia for the early days of agriculture. But in fact, the practice is making a comeback.


Ol' Dobbin hasn't run the tractors out of the fields yet. But increasingly, small farmers are finding horse-powered agriculture a workable alternative to mechanization.

Lynn Miller, whose quarterly "Small Farmer's Journal" tracks horse-farming, estimates about 400,000 people depend in some measure on animal power for farming, logging and other livelihoods. He says the number is on the rise.

Many are Amish farmers in Iowa and Pennsylvania who shun mechanization, but some are farmers who have turned to horses because of the bottom line, citing soaring fuel prices and the ability of the animals to produce their own replacements.

They also say the animals are better for the soil and can be used in wet weather when a tractor often cannot.

Miller, who farms with horses on his own ranch, said the practice began spreading beyond Amish communities about 20 years ago.

"When I started 31 years ago there were no companies making equipment for animal-powered agriculture," he said in his office in this central Oregon town. "Fifteen years ago I could count them. Today I have no idea how many there are."

Miller estimated that 60 percent to 70 percent of those who try horse-and-plow farming stay with it. "It takes a certain personality," he said. "It's a craft, not a science."

Miller said a farmer with horses can earn triple or more the earnings per acre than one farmed by agribusiness.

Ron VanGrunsven farms about 50 acres with horses near Council, Idaho, and has used horses for years there and in Oregon's Willamette Valley.

"They're more economical," he said. "They raise their own replacements, you can train them yourself and raise their feed."

A mare can produce a foal every year or so, and Miller says that, if properly trained, one can bring about $2,000 after two years.

A plow horse usually lasts 16 or 18 years, Miller said. He said he looks after his stable of nine carefully and veterinarian bills rarely total $200 a year.

VanGrunsven said a two-horse team and a farmer can plow about an acre and a half a day if the ground is right and that an acre usually produces more than enough hay to feed a horse for a year.

"Most of my equipment is not new," said VanGrunsven. "It is from the 1930s or earlier. It has been repaired and cleaned up. ... The older things were designed so they could be fixed if they broke. When newer things break, they have to be replaced."

Horse farming was common until the end of World War II, when the government and manufacturers started promoting mechanization to soak up the surplus industrial capacity, Miller said.

Horses could often be used as down payments for tractors, he said, "and they went to the glue factories by the hundreds of thousands."

Well, my goodness, Bob. We're glad to see that horse power is not just under the hoods of our cars, so for your interesting item of Amish appreciation:

Latvian Folk Songs about Horses
Run a little faster, steed of mine
Don't count your steps out one by one.
Did I count your oats that way?
No, I gave you purest oats,
Clover reaped on a sunny day.


Let's put a wreath of oakleaves
On the farmer's head
So his steeds grow big and fat
Like the oak tree does.



I tied my steed to a
Flowering apple tree.
My steed was blanketed
With apple blossoms;
I rode out on my blossom-covered steed
I rode out looking for a wife.



The farmer asks, he wants to know
Are all the horses accounted for.
A wolf has eaten up one horse
Eaten it up, hooves and all.



The night was dark, the grass was green
I let my horse out to graze.
In the morning the grass remained,
But the wolf had eaten up my horse.

Ah, we miss MerryAndrew who could translate that quicker than a horse could blink its eye.

I was reminded of this song sung in the movie Rio Bravo with John Wayne, Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson. The song was sung by Dean Martin with Ricky Nelson playing the guitar. John Wayne didn't sing.


DEAN MARTINn - "My Rifle, My Pony And Me"


www.OldieLyrics.com


The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream

Purple light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
With my three good companions
Just my rifle, pony and me

Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero)
On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree)
Coming home (coming home) sweetheart darling (sweetheart darling)
Just my rifle, pony and me
Just my rifle, my pony and me

(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be roping)
No more strays will I see
Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waiting (she'll be waiting)
For my rifle, pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me

Speaking of singing, hawkman, Have you given up on Karaoke?

Since Bob has gotten us into the horsie set, let's continue:

Rca Country Legends
I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.

I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Question for the day:

Why did cowboys wear chaps?

wondering if a horse with no name will turn up. i have a weakness for that song--it's catchy--even though i know it's not good for you.

yit, I think even Francis knows that one, my dear. Actually, if the hamster holds up, I'll play it just for you:



On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

thank you, my craving for a guilty pleasure has been sated. BTW, were you refering to Francis of a2k or Francis the talking mule? ;-)

Heh! Heh! Francis of France, Yit. Which makes me wonder, folks. We haven't seen John of Virginia in a bit.

There is also someone in our vast audience named dragon who is also from Virginia. I need to check that out.

It just occurred to me that our Panz hasn't been in the studio for a bit so perhaps if we dedicate a song to him:


It's not that you're fairer
Than a lot of girls just as pleasin'
That I doff my hat
As a worshipper at your shrine
It's not that you're rarer
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

Chorus:

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You'd be so nice
You'd be paradise, to come home to and love.

I adore songs that go from major to minor. Remember that Yit?

Hey, Isn't there one person who know why cowboys wear or wore chaps?

Cowboys wear chaps over their jeans to protect their legs from cactus.