Ray's Thought for the Day - Can your find the grasshopper?

No tricks here brothers ah, sisters ah. The grasshopper is in focus.

I, Ray, had to take a little busman's holiday, scouting out new potential habitats for the CB. In these cruel times, a disguise can come in handy, especially west of the Pecos. Yepper, that's me, Ray, disguised as a limestone inhabiting grasshopper just west of the Pecos. In that particular disguise, there is no way those pistol packin' pooters could espy me, before I, espied them.

In those parts, barely west of the Pecos, many yearn for the late Judge Bean. Many cry out wistfully, When shall Judge Roy return? The general assumption is that Judge Roy could think up better slogans than "Check the date, love your state!", and thereby re-invigorate regional color, and culture. Plus, Judge Roy would keep everyone safer. Soon after his return, all the pistol packin' pooters shall be shut up or plugged up behind bars in terrible dingy jails with naught but true bugs for company. The aroma of poots mixed with true bug odor will permeate those terrible jail cells. After awhile, even those hardened pooters shall await hanging with favorable disposal. But never mind all that.

Goddess all righty! Now it is time for the all important rainfall update. Since the last all important rainfall update, the rain total has perked on up. So, 28.72" + 1.10" = 29.82".

Many may surmise, relying on hearsay, that everybody in these parts has drowned. However, all the recent drownings were localized events. But you potential migrants to these parts might consider, besides concealed hand guns and purified bottled water, an inflatable raft as essential survival gear. Float around, don't drown.