Newsletter from the Hills.

Howdy all,

Evruthangs jes fine here in Taylor Town. Here at MENA, if’n we wants ter work, we sets an thinks. At smoko we jes sets, an if we really wanna have fun, we hoots and we hollers something Goddam!

I spotted Leonard & Bubba this morning. Leonard was drivin down Tordon Street in his pickup with the Red Nose on his front fender, yee-haa’n’n’all, while Bubba wuz a’scampering down the road on all fours wearing a pretty polka-dot collar an squealin every time Leonard nudged him. They tell me Bessie wuz down at Ella-May’s Beauty Parlor having a mudpack on account er it was her (2^nd) birthday but ah heerd some mighty intresting sounds in the holler down at the crick.

Sheriff Leroy dropped in. He’d heerd there wuz a stranger in these here parts and said “Boi, Jes gimme yer In’net address an yer pin numbers, an we’ll get along jes fine! Ah shore laiks yer aftershave-yer’ll be olright in this town. Me an cousin Leonard wants ter meet yer at the saloon tonight. An bye the way, ah runs a clean town, so yer’ll buy this ‘ere portable spitoon for which I’m the sole agent n’yer’ll keep yer nose clean n’all”. He’s a nice man. I can’t recall which CES office he said he managed.

The staff here are very friendly. In fact they’re peering over my shoulder while I type this jes wund’rn what this City Boy’s up ter (I hope it’s not the aftershave). There’s Joe Darryl, Joe Glenn and lil Miz Joleen the receptionist. Regarding lil Miz Joleen – ah cain’t quite put mer finga on it, but wi’ those stubby lil legs n feet, ah reckon she’s Bessie’s sister. Already they’re pesterin me fer some of Maw’s pickles – they must have a deficiency or something.

Whoops! They’re rockin the chair! Ah gotta go n fend fer meself now, quicksmart.

G’bye all

Willy Joe.