A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
I would like to know more about this goose. What made it decide to get up and flap its wings and fly up and down the valley honking and making racket? Which reminds me, in my home town of Powell Wyoming in northwest Wyoming when I grew up there Powell had a cafe called the Blue Goose Cafe. The motto in its ads was "No one squawks but the goose." So obviously this goose knew it had a duty to squawk.