a call to the wild

The poetry thing is just not happening for me yet today. I don't know why, since it's really been flowing for the last 28+ days. Weird. Anyway, I'm sure something will show up before the day is over. Until it does, here's a thousand words from May, 1991 that at least one of my faithful readers will recognize. I found this while poring through the marital photo albums, continuing to attempt to divide the memories. I give you...Smiley Barn: