Hollercat Howling | Posts from the Appalachian recesses

Of Soaring and Snowjobs

What do you get when snow meets SOAR? Snore? SNOAR! Saying Nothing Of Any Reality. My reality is that snowstorm saved me fifteen bucks.

I grew up being warned about bad influences. Today's generations need to be warned about bad influencers.

It's a great week when the leaves pop out and Meat & Tater pop in. They've been on the road since Mardi Gras.

Road Trip

Indulge me please. There's a rocket headed for the moon and I've got some thoughts.