tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post8985957529849869822..comments2024-03-27T15:41:01.956-04:00Comments on rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague: Thoughts after winter rainrhymeswithplaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-62546428996238122332008-12-14T16:54:00.000-05:002008-12-14T16:54:00.000-05:00Nice post, Rhymsie! Cute photo of Klinger.On the ...Nice post, Rhymsie! Cute photo of Klinger.<BR/><BR/>On the subject of Iowa connections....and M*A*S*H, you should go read blogger Reamus' post about Radar O'Reilly's hometown of Ottumwa, Iowa....AND....hold onto you hat.....your favorite, The Field of Dreams. Here is a link to the post:<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://amusingreamus.blogspot.com/2008/12/field-of-dreams-and-looking-for-radar.html" REL="nofollow">Field of Dreams/Radar O'Reilly</A>Jeannellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10506888396193293867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-84394847810351191562008-12-13T12:11:00.000-05:002008-12-13T12:11:00.000-05:00The photo of Jamie Farr was an appropriate ending ...The photo of Jamie Farr was an appropriate ending to a discussion of things "Klinger." :)<BR/><BR/>Living, or driving, downwind from any sort of large-scale animal compound is a real treat...not! Doesn't even have to be large-scale. I have not-so-fond olfactory memories of the barn and pig-pen at our little farm.Pat - Arkansashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11623638376731374600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-68809149762692858772008-12-13T11:30:00.000-05:002008-12-13T11:30:00.000-05:00I loved the stream of consciousness nature of this...I loved the stream of consciousness nature of this post. <BR/><BR/>I'll bet those people living on the old turkey soil have the more fertile soil.Ruth Hull Chatlienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08797146501548509911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-44799171133130857532008-12-13T09:50:00.000-05:002008-12-13T09:50:00.000-05:00Ooops! I should proof what I write before hitting ...Ooops! I should proof what I write before hitting the send button. I meant "I don't know how you ended up singing..."Eggheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12929947510816062200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-50980487943225029212008-12-13T09:49:00.000-05:002008-12-13T09:49:00.000-05:00I don't know how your ended up singing the praises...I don't know how your ended up singing the praises of the weather to the smelly hogs and turkeys of the world but it brought back a memory to me. So all must be good. Years ago there was a hog farm along Interstate 84. The pigs were housed in an old army base bunker and believe me driving in 100º weather with the windows down made your eyes water.Eggheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12929947510816062200noreply@blogger.com