tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211639.post112443067525253373..comments2024-02-21T12:11:32.886-05:00Comments on Bats Left/Throws Right: Okay, That Was Me, Part One: The Early YearsJames Briggs Stratton "Doghouse" Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378802364709433791noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211639.post-1124913957505608052005-08-24T16:05:00.000-04:002005-08-24T16:05:00.000-04:00It took me a once-through read on the pig, then a...It took me a once-through read on the pig, then a read of the rest of the page, and then a return to the pig paragraph, before I started cackling. I knew this was good and my resistance to laughter was a failure on my part. I had troubles envisioning the pig "standing up" on a flatbed car. My mind kept wanting to see it "standing up" on two legs, and I couldn't grasp this. What was holding Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211639.post-1124467347841614802005-08-19T12:02:00.000-04:002005-08-19T12:02:00.000-04:00Ixnay on the eattle-say, there.We were camping out...Ixnay on the eattle-say, there.<BR/><BR/>We were camping out near a pig farm on the mighty Wabash, and everywhere we went there were dead things: dogs, cats, rabbits, a two-foot high pile of bluegills. The pig was quite near the railroad tracks, and not too large--maybe sixty pounds. A train came by, moving slow, and we managed to wrestle him onto an empty flatcar and get him up on his James Briggs Stratton "Doghouse" Rileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05378802364709433791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211639.post-1124465877130524242005-08-19T11:37:00.000-04:002005-08-19T11:37:00.000-04:00I trust the previously-alluded-to Seattle story be...I trust the previously-alluded-to Seattle story becomes a part of this confessionary tale at some point?<BR/><BR/>I'd say you're not surprising me at all, but the pig thing did. And made me laugh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com