1. Is it true that Osage Oranges used to be eaten by mammoths? If so, does that mean that, since we saw a bunch of Osage Oranges at the park, there used to be mammoths there?
2. I’ve read the Wikipedia article and I still am unclear. Is a pony a small horse, the way a pug is a small dog, or is it more like pony is to horse as dog is to wolf?
3. Will crocuses spread in the yard?
Mary over at Libradio has awarded Bill Hobbs the First Annual Thanksgiving Jive Turkey Award. Well, that’s got to be the end of the Jive Turkey Awards.
Mary, you’ve peaked too soon!
It seems like I’m always about a year ahead of the rest of the world when it comes to Nashville’s parks. Mrs. Wigglebottom and I enjoyed Shelby Bottoms until it got too crowded for our tastes. We enjoyed Percy Warner until it got too crowded and full of unleashed dogs for our tastes. And this morning, we drove over to Bell’s Bend.
What can I tell you to convince you to stay away?
Um. It smells bad. It’s ugly. It’s hard to find. There’s no parking. There’s nothing to look at once you get there. No beautiful views a girl and her dog can enjoy, even if they’re just meandering around a small loop to stretch their legs and try out a new knee. There are not picnic tables where you could have lunch overlooking beautiful fields slowly turning all kinds of shades of faded colors.
It’s terrible. Terrible. Never go there.
Leave it to Mrs. Wigglebottom and me. We’re willing to sacrifice our own happiness to save yours.
The dog and I are about to get in the car and go for a long, meandering ride culminating in a very, very short walk.
For the record, I don’t normally take Exador’s advice, but I do think he’s right about taking the dog for a ride to lift her spirits. If she’s really good, maybe we’ll stop for a treat–warm tortillas this time of year are especially nice, I hear.