Humble Birthday Thanks To My Friends/Readers…& Haters

8/2/2016

Humble Birthday Thanks To My Friends/Readers…& Haters

Mingalaba!

Well youse guys did it again, I’m personally overwhelmed by the birthday wishes from all you great fans, correspondents and dedicated readers from Planet Earth and………….well never mind.

Of course this comes along with my usual complement of hate mail, threats & other denigrating flotsam from around the universe that are not so fuzzy, but proof they are reading!

Overwhelmed? Oh hell yes. After all, I’ve gotten birthday salutations from countries I’m still learning how to pronounce and that is humbling. Gawd, I’ve been ‘globalized’! But in all reality, I do thank my readers both old and new for if it were not for you, your tips, leads and other priceless resources within all these nations, I would be writing & moving mainstream prevarications and politically correct lies like all the other ‘talking sphincters’ .

You know what’s really cool, knowing there are others throughout existence that share the very same values, incites & observations. They come from all ideological principals, creeds, color and planets, if you are aware enough to grasp that tidbit.

It is very humbling to know I’ve touched such a diverse population over the years and you’ve touched me as well, oy vey!

So it is I who thanks every one of youse guys for all the birthday fuzz, on ‘My Day of Spawn’.

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair

Born on the North West Coast of the US. I am use to Snow Capped Mountains, beautiful Forests, wild flowers on wild Rivers. The once wild foods, berries of the area and the beloved Salmon.

I could look out across the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. I could look in land at the Snow Capped Mountains.

I watched the Hawks and Eagles soaring in the clean pure blue skies. Enjoyed the thrill of the first crys of the Geese in Spring and Winter. As thousands of flocks in v formation made their dramatic way North or South each season.

Loving the show of the Northern Lights dancing across the skies.

Hearing the howl of the wolf packs. Hearing them pausing at the tent flap at night, as they listened in on you.

Finding you were being tracked by curious Mountain Lions in the snow when crossing back over the trails and seeing their foot prints behind yours.

Seeing huge bear tracks just filling in with water on the trail and the hair standing up on the back of your neck realizing he/she is right next to you in the brush.