Oh, The Places You'll Go And The Wildlife That Will Kill You When You Arrive

Over the past few weeks loyalist subscribers have been flooding the Heavy Artillery mailroom with submissions for publication.  Well, maybe they didn't know their submissions were going to end up on the information superhighway but that's what happens when you fail to read the fine print non-existent print in your Heavy Artillery Terms and Conditions.

On the day that Heavy Artillery posted The Final Bell, Heavy Artillery Chief Scientific Advisor and Director of Antiquities - The Paleorider - was on assignment in South America.  This foremost authority on all matters paleontological, hailing proudly from the western Carolina uplands, paid his own tribute to our demolished alma mater by wearing his THS ballcap and performing a stirring rendition of "Don't Cry For Me, Talawanda!" before La Casa Rosada in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Eva Peron would have been proud of Andy.

More from The Paleorider's South American expedition in an upcoming post.

HA secret agent Double-O (the ladies pronounce it, "Ohhh-OOOooohhh!") BIG DAVE, Licensed to Chill, submitted the following clandestine photo from Game 2 of the Reds-Rockies doubleheader in Denver, Colorado on August 17, 2014:

Los Rojos, as BIG DAVE surreptitiously identified our favorite team in an effort to confuse any multi-hyphenated would-be wire-tappers, were pounded into merciless submission by the evil Rox, surrendering 10 runs in both ends of the doubleheader.  When pressed for further graphic details of this flagrant violation of the Geneva Code of Sportsmanship, BIG DAVE could offer only the following:

Sorry.  The nieces were much more interested in snacks than the ballgame, so not much more to report other than that children's hats are $26, beers are only $7 and they made a RUSH album cover from my photos.

I believe that last comment was a subtle dig at the multitudinous Canadian Power Trio updates of recent vintage. Et tu, BIG DAVE?

This past Saturday morning, when on patrol in the vast terra incognita of rural Reily Township, I encountered a coyote on Dunwoody Road almost directly across from the old Sackenheim Haus.

Initially I observed this wild beast near the roadside culvert in the photo you see above yet by the time I checked for following traffic, utilized my hazard lights, slowed to a safe stop, engaged the park gear, applied the hand brake, fished my Android out of my pocket (hey now!), swiped the display screen, tapped the camera app, and framed the scene..... the Acme Company's best customer had nearly disappeared over the horizon.  If you closely look for the coyote, you might see a small brownish speck near the center of the photograph.

Buenas Noches, Mein Froinds!

Roll the credits!