Owning the The Big Wallow is a hassle. No wonder Barbara Stanwyck had wrinkles! On the other hand, Pa Cartwright was always handing over the keys to every stray cat, psychotic and bad seed that came down the pike. Wonder the place never burnt down. Maybe it did?

I think those invites to hunt on "his" friend's property don't come twice if it ain't kept strictly "just between us". And sometimes they don't come because the "club" is so exclusive that it's composed of he and thee but not me. And that's OK too.

jack