(I make no judgements about content. I'm simply purging some of the clutter that's been inside my head since 1983.)
"I'm a moss hunter. I hunt and sell moss."
~ Recent (1982) high school graduate Eric Moore, when asked by the father of Eric's new girlfriend about his career aspirations.
8 comments:
Did he look like Uncle Rico from "Napoleon Dynamite?"
At least he has a plan, right?
I hear that Angler's Roost is givin' two-bits a bushel for moss these days.
Hey, in 1982 mossing was big biz in these parts. A lot of out-of-work miners turned to mossing to make ends meet. Those were the early years of Reaganomics. Government cheese was big then too.
I guess the big question is: What did the father say back to him?
Chris: With gas prices, it's now down to one.
BuzzardBilly: Oh, he was making some cash. It was the father's face at that moment that was the reason this sticks in my mind. It was...well, you can imagine.
That sounds like a line you might hear from a 1982 grad from a high school 25 miles to the east.
Hmmm...I think my old friend Doug Little may have hunted a little moss in his day.
The only hunting advice he needs: don't go after rolling stones.
Woof
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