Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 18, 2016

Rusty considers himself an Alpha Predator. He also needs his toe nails clipped.

Well no wonder Rusty is as big as Bessie, the Farmers’ Moophorton’s cow.

Oh yeah, Rusty considers himself a “Bad to the Bone”

So? Rusty always takes the high ground. Unlike some people.

I had no idea what it was until I read the comments.

Now I’m feeling more over the hill than predatory.

Rusty stretches the reality of the pack and becomes in an instant the alpha male, the lone wolf, more than man’s best friend he now rules the park and all its parts and pieces. King of the trail, pool tender and gate keeper, nothing escapes his prowess prowl. Rusty Rules.

Has anyone seen Sherif (Aways AWOL When You Need Him)MunkyBluz ?The Banana Boat is heading into Ballard Bay with a huge shipment of bananas for the TikI.Also the Rum Barq Ardi is also due to arrive this morning with a shipment of potent pot ables, including the barrels of good rum for the ‘nanner daiquiris.I can’t find Munky anywhere and Susan must be sleeping it off in her yurt. No one else has the keys to the liquor locker or banana barn. Fenton borrowed mine, the other night and I can’t find him either ( he tends to disappear in the mornings so he can get some sleep ).If anyone knows Munky’s whereabouts, let him know the goods will be on the Tiki doorstep by 1PM BST ( Ballard Solar Time ).

Here’s my Banana Boat entering Ballard Bay, now !

The Booze Boat er.. Rum Barque " Ardi" is here !

BevOf course I know everything in those photos. You had to spit in the mascara box to get it wet! Ewww.And those exact drinking glasses were for sale at an Estate Sale last weekend, nobody was buying.My mother was always warning me not to get too close to the washer. I loved to watch her put stuff through the wringer, it made a nice departure from her putting me through the wringer.Anybody reading “Crankshaft”? He is talking about my mother, exactly!!!

Why does Rusty have his tail between his legs? That’s NOT a sign of attack.

My best friend and I were offered a way to make some easy money during our short college career. (‘72)Seems his family lived in a nearby county in that western part of the state which was famous for shall we say, liquor of ill repute. They said all we had to do was drive a car to DC and we would be given bus tickets home.Offered us $500 to do this little favor. We were tickled to death to make such a tidy sum so we readily agreed. One minor mistake saved us from a life on Tobacco Road. My friends mother happened to call to ask if we were coming home that weekend. “Nope, Uncle Ned is paying us to take a car to Washington so we are doing that.” (I never said my friend and I were intelligent) No muss, no fuss, goodbye. It wasn’t 15minutes later we got a call from his Uncle, using language that was more befitting of a sailor, (he must have done a stint in the Navy), than a nice man of the mountains. He questioned our intelligence and our parentage. He hurt our young impressionable minds with the vulgarity of his tirade. Oh, and he said we were fired.Our life of crime was shorter than our college career.

As long as Rusty doesn’t encounter Tuffy the Squirrel he should be okay.