Sandman's Journal

As of today, thanks to Dad's handiness, all three of my house's outlets are electrified. I lit the pilot light on the gas stove and cranked that up, too, at which point about 22 wasps woke up and started swarming about. I didn't have the heart to kill any of 'em--except for one that landed on my neck. They all seem so languid and wise. I'm what you would maybe call a bleeding heart conservative.

Here's another photo from yesterday's hootenanny:

The legendary Bill Lowman, cowboy humorist from Medora.