It's hard not to feel a little lost as we begin... but let's just take it all in... see what we can find... who knows... maybe the humor will find us... Well, if it isn't Mr. Owen... Mr Owen with a frock of hair that looks like the kind of lush bramble that even Woodstock would be happy to call home... What are you gonna share with us today, old friend? Perhaps some laidback humor that's mellower than a sedated duckling floating in a man-made pond of camomile tea?... When was the last time you heard somebody say something that interesting? Or maybe, you're offbeat eccentricity will lull us in with a warm mahogany embrace... and then mildly amuse us with jokes that are subtler than a kitten napping in a fluffy pile of Australian wool sweaters... Or perhaps your PBS hippy version of Ron Burgundy will simply drop off little setups that are like humor-leaves floating down a cinematic brook until they take root on a nearby shore and sprout into leafy bits of folksy chuckles.... I don't even know if that's how leaves work... but it sure sounds nice. Life is full of many walks... and even as our paths must part... please know that you've filled my heart with abstract memories of Mount Mansfield art, sexy sandals, and souful fondue outings at the Cheese Pot Depot.... "Thanks for going to a special place with me... ...Carl Nargle."

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