HOM: Patchwork 1

One of the first assignments we Three Stooges got was to take the truck and report to Woodland Park. Bill told me to find Taff Livingston down there and do whatever Taff needed done. Taff was basically retired and worked summers for the city, and was a heck of a nice guy. When I drove into the park I saw a white haired gentleman in work clothes coming out of one of the sheds. I had a hunch it was Taff, so I pulled up, hopped out and said "Dr Livingston, I presume?" (Henry Morton Stanley, spoken on November 10, 1871.) "Stanley, old boy!" he responded, and shook my hand. It was a great start! Two of the Stooges had no clue what that little conversation was all about, but I was quite happy. We trimmed trees, hauled branches & cleaned toilets with Taff for a few days, and it was great fun. Lyn stopped by to visit during a lunch break, went to hop over a cable fence, hung her toes and did a faceplant. She got up with bloody hands and informed me it was all my fault, she hated Montana, and she wanted a divorce, hopped back in Big Red and left. All of it Loudly. Clint looked at me, looked at my meager sack lunch, and commented "Well, at least she has a great figure." True, but that didn't last long either. TBC (Me) (Blacktail Books)