Clancy, Clancy, Clancy. (Who else?)

Not much goin' on hereabouts.

1 Selling wood.
2 Waiting to see Bruce's doctor on Monday for a clean bill of health.

Tho Bruce did have the following conversation with a camper. [We fill in two days for the regular delivery.]

Customer, "You're not the normal woodman."
Bruce, "How did you make such a quick psychiatric diagnosis?"

With nothin else to say, and that was surely nothin, Clancy gets top billing. And a new song.

[Sung to "Home on the Range."]
Oh give me a dog,
--Who's as dumb as a log,
And I'll have an easier time.
--And seldom you'll hear,
From my lips to his ears,
--"Hey you, put down that wallet of mine!"

And use your "inside bark" too!!

Bruce