This screams Spanish Winery...ahhh the romance.
This takes me back to our card catalogue in our High School Library. No romance here, but wisdom. I would like to point out that you REALLY had to want to read a book to look it up in something like this. No computers here you little whippersnappers. And you had to walk uphill in the snow to get to this!
This makes me feel like I have just crossed the Orgeon Trail and hung my wagon wheel above my dinner table as a reminder of what IJ and I endured.
This reminds me of how I plow the field of rich soil with my bare hands and earn my keep.
No reason, I just like it.Is that a gourd? Is it an instrument? Maybe it is a nasal aspirator for a hog.Either way, forgive me father for I have sinned.