….. there is something about the poet Robert Service that just draws me in……I read and re-read him at least once a week whether I need it or not – yes, yes, he is just that gratifying to the soul….

… and on occasion, I've laid my collection of Service’s works aside and simply recited one as I went about my daily chores… hey, it keeps the noggin nice and loose and ready for action…..

…. This morning started off honestly enough but ended with one helluva weird set of coincidences….

…. I arose at an early hour and washed, dressed, and commenced drinking coffee on the patio… you know, as you do…… the tee-shirt which I chose to wear was my AMGA tee... a fine garment, as far as tees go, it was gifted to me by my good friend Matthew who lives up in Alaska and shoots machine guns all the time….. anyway, my tranquil morning of communing with nature and hot java was interrupted by a phone-call from Mr. Dax Montana….

… he and I chatted pleasantly for a while… and then he mentioned that RSM had taken him on an interesting tour recently…… things got a bit weird after he described some of the things that he noticed during the tour, but we still ended our phonecon on an upbeat and brotherly note….

… at this point in my day, and after I had hung up, I simply went about my business of pulling weeds, whacking wasps, and just generally enjoying the hell out of being a live human on the face of a pollen-encrusted planet….

… and then, straight out of the blue, I get an email from my ole buddy Matthew up in Alaska talking about shooting machine guns and stuff…. we chat back and forth for a while and then he sends me a link to this pub/hotel in Dawnson City, Yukon Territory where you can buy a drink with a frostbitten human toe bobbing in it……

… yeah, no shit…. That’s what I thought too…..

…. Wheels within wheels, rubberneckers…. You just never know what is going to happen around here next…. One thing is for sure, though…. I simply HAVE to get myself up to Dawson City before I die…. Both to pay homage to Robert Service… and to sample myself one of those drinks…. They say that they even give you a certificate after you’ve sipped one correctly…… now, honestly… who could refuse an offer like that?.... perhaps I could even stand on the porch of that hotel, with drink in hand, and recite "The Ballad of The Iceworm Cocktail”….

… I’ll bet that stranger things have been done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for blogfodder…..

by Eric on March 30, 2007 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | R W Service
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Whoooooooaaaaa...what an affect/effect that had on me. My man, you have left me breathless, absolutely gorgeous writing, as uzje, but, I'm sorry...did you say...a frostbitten human toe?

Now, just tell me you would not, as that toe mighta once been part of somebody's mama. Am I really even having this conversation with you?

Bullshitted by Erica on March 30, 2007 07:19 PM

... I'm sorry, Erica... but I do believe that I'd have to give that drink a try.... then again, it is easy to say that down here.... I'm a loooooooong way from Dawson City.....

Bullshitted by Eric on March 30, 2007 07:43 PM

Could be it was part of Blasphemous Bill? I hear he was awful hard to saw...of course he was buried in the little coffin he picked hisself with the dinky silver plate so probably not.

Bullshitted by Rey B on March 30, 2007 09:40 PM

I expect that one of these days some saloon in Jersey will start selling cocktails containing bits of Jimmy Hoffa.

Bullshitted by Jim - PRS on March 31, 2007 04:51 AM

As long as the toe ain't fresh, I'd be up for it.

Bullshitted by Harvey on April 1, 2007 09:55 AM