We don’t know why we were targeted. 
These cowboy-artist homilies turned up, unbidden, in our e-mail inbox. Maybe it’s just a Hallmark time of year. Love the rocks (y’ gotta click to see ’em), but as an artist friend of ours says: “YeeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaaw!! Thass gotta be somatha gol dangest, inspirationalest, Walter Brennanest, somabitchinest muthafuckin’, hep me Jeezus words spoken in tongues, ah ever done heard. S’cuse me, I gotta go down to da river.” Or as another friend of ours, a critic, says: “Happy whatever the fuck it is.” We’ll be back when we’re back.
— Tireless Staff of Thousands
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