Pie Eyed

Well, I've made it back (see "Scratched in Saskatch" below) to my old farm house near Aheadofrepoman, Delaware. The little woman, who hardly knew I was gone, baked some good old beets pie and squash pie for me. Hot damn! Made me think: When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, ummmmm, boy!

-Old Gargoyle