Wednesday, December 23, 2009

eggsplainayshuns of buddy don: still sickern a dawg ...

... even sickern a dawg that has jes lost at home to them vols, witch i reckun that has to be a horrbull feelin, kindly lack losin to alabama lack we dun this year (or inny year) ...

... but i wonted to make a post sayin that i shore do preciate all them kind wurds n such that i bin gittin in my email n reglar mail n even in comments, so i wonted to say 'thankee' ...

... n i hope to git shed of sum of them medicayshuns i bin a'takin on a counta seems almos lack thar the wurst problem i gut at the moment, speshly with ritin, witch havin trubles thar is a'killin me ... n thays still migraines that bust thru whutever medicayshuns i take.

but havin writ that, i wonta rite this: thays way more blessins than curses in this here life, even in this migrainus hell whar i am stuck at presunt ...

... so heres wishin yall nuthin but blessins fer inny halldays that ye mite obsurve ...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

pall gies of buddy don: sorry i aint writ nuthin lately

i bin the kinda sick whar ye jes dont have no innerest in ritin nuthin much. mayhap tiz all that thar medicayshun.

innywho, i hope to git back at it one of these daze ...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

waka of budouadana: Cosmos

One need not travel
The earth’s far places to quench
The lust to wander:
Any lake, mountain or stream
Is a cosmos to explore.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

waka of buduoadana: Baritone

No Baritone need
Play villain in life’s opera,
Though easy fame be tempting,
Corruption ubiquitous:
Choose heroic roles and soar.

Friday, October 09, 2009

waka of budouadana: Darkness

In darkest hours,
The new day concealed by shade,
I wonder what comes,
Whether pain, love, even death —
All hopes and fears possible.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

waka of budouadana: Snow

Is that snow upon
My head, my cheeks? Those gray white
Hairs? Reminders that,
However much I dread it,
Life’s cold winter approaches?

Friday, October 02, 2009

waka of budouadana: Forge

The heart is the forge
In which we temper passion,
Purge impurities,
And steel our inner resolve
To return hatred with love.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

nitemares of buddy don: dreams that end in migraines

i bin havin lots of dreams here lately, witch most of em ends up in migraines. odd thang is how ever one of em is about dyin. taint everbidy that dreams bout thar own death (or the death of whoever they be in the dream), but that seems to be the sangle common elemint in all of em. heres the furstn that i kin recolleck:
i wuz lyin in my own coffin, witch thay wuz a slew of folks fixin to sprankle dirt over it. fer sum reason, thay wudnt no top on the coffin. i wuz trine to let everbidy know how thay must a bin a horribull miss take a counta i wudnt dead yet! twuz one of them dream sitchewayshuns whar ye wonta scream but nuthin will cum outta yer mouth.

whenever i figgerd thay wudnt no way to talk em outta buryin me, i deecided i wood settle fer em rearrangin my bidy in the coffin to whar my hed wudnt jammd up agin the left hand corner, makin my hed hurt so bad i couldnt ritely see.

i woke up in a near panick with a terrbull hed ake in the same ole place. made it to the bottom of our loft stairs in time to vomit in the wastepaper bin.
could be thays a lank between whut i am a'feelin (helpless, hopeless, deepressd) n them dreams.

tiz wurth investigatin, witch thats alreddy a'goin on.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

waka of budouadana: eclipses

back this summer whenever thay wuz all that talk bout them eclipses, i writ a cuple of waka. i bin trine to keep ritin, but with these hedakes, i caint hardly see to do nuthin. but heres a cuple i had dun (i am trine to git back to ritin n readin n not havin a migraine ever day of my life!).

Solar Eclipse
In sudden darkness
We find ourselves at midday,
Looking to the sky,
The sun’s loving light dimmed by
A tiny moon of cold stone.

Lunar Eclipse
The full summer moon
Gradually fades, dimming
Like the ragged face
Of an old worker who slips
Into the cool shade to rest.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: big leaf of life

The big leaf of life,
Filled with holes for migraineurs,
Huge missing pieces
Of memories, histories,
Is precious for each cruel flaw.

Friday, September 25, 2009

mizry of buddy don: how long, how long?

i figgerd twood be proper to give ye a lil update on how thangs is a'goin with my migraines, witch i havent bin able to git thru three daze without havin one since july 8. i dun seen a slew of doctors bout it n seems lack twont ever end, ceptn thays always hope n i have dun bin a'countin my blessins, witch thays moren i kin mentchun, startin with miz bd, who she takes keer of me n sticks by me no matter whut, no matter how much it innerupts her own life. twood be nice to have a day with no hedache, but thisn aint one.

fack is, i caint read, caint rite, caint do much of nuthin. but i gut me the worlds best partner n since i hate goin so long without postin nuthin, so this here post is a lil bit of nuthin fer ye.


Thursday, September 17, 2009

waka of budouadana: Oak

i sumtimes wish i could be lack that big ole oak tree that wuz a'growin in grandie's yard ... nuther migraine day (after a nuther migraine night) ... nuther doctor to see today ... tiz true, sumtimes, i druther be a ole oak tree lost in a forest sumwhars ...

Consider the oak,
Standing naked and upright,
Bending in the wind,
Freezing in icy snow, yet
Never a word of complaint.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

amazement of buddy don: shoot the devil gits a nuther review!

thanks to them migraine hed-akes, this has bin one of the wurst summers of my life. but i jes notissd that sumbidy writ eem a review of shoot the devil, witch ye kin git yer own copy over at amazon (n read a cuple other reviews) here (cumpleat with waka writ fer ye [ifn ye give me two wurds fer a topick], a chop in chinese that means 'wandering hillbilly' n my verr own signatchur).

but even ifn ye aint a'gone be one of the furst 49 (thays still time fer that), i hope ye will take a look at this here review over on liberry thang ... it sheds a verr nice lite on the book ... n do i ever hope he is rite about it!

will wunders never cease? i jes checked to git the url of whar ye kin buy the book on amazon n twuz a verr nice surprize to see whar mr reneau kindly tuck it into his hed to post his review over thar as well!

Friday, September 11, 2009

waka of budouadana: Salamander

The salamander,
Easily living both in
Water and on earth,
Unafraid of injury,
Proof of regeneration.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

waka of budouadana: Salmon

Behold wild salmon,
Swimming freely through wide seas,
Coming home to spawn
In death, feeding all others,
An orgy of sacrifice.

Monday, September 07, 2009

waka of budouadana: Mockingbird

Humble mockingbird,
Merrily singing for all,
Master of music,
His own, that of other birds,
And even that of silence.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

waka of budouadana: scars

Still trying to heal
From traumatic wounds that left
Ugly, wicked scars,
Clues from which to reconstruct
The crimes that caged my spirit.

Friday, September 04, 2009

mizry of buddy don: fergive the long silents

jes wonted to post a lil note to let ye know i am still here even ifn i aint bin postin. all summer long migraines has bin a'killin me n turns out thays a lil problem causin nausea that made me thank i wuz gittin more migraines than i wuz. but i aint posted much on a counta the heavy medicayshun, witch it make my hed feel deddern it duz whenever tiz a'hurtin frum a migraine ... but without the pane. sides that, i aint hardly bin out of doors since early july, so taint lack i have much to say ...

Monday, August 10, 2009

mizry of buddy don: a munth of nuthin

i am a'hopin that i kin git to wurk n stay thar this hole day. i am a'hopin that i kin git my short term disabilty tuck keer of. i am a'hopin minny a thang today.

as ye mite could figger out by now, i have bin bout as sick this past munth as ever i kin member. it all started on the 8th day of july when i knew i wuz in pane but figgerd is could wurk thru it. i dun it n dun the same thang the nex day, witch twuz a fridy. i wuz feelin a lil under the wether, but figgerd twuz sumthin that wood leave me, so me n miz bd wint to the brooklyn botanick garden that weekend.

then cum sundy, july 12: i knew thangs wood be bad whenever i gut that feelin as ifn i had scraped a 1 inch wide strip of scalp frum the top of my hed, jes to the left of the center line. that pane started n dint let up fer four daze. twuz the wurst pane i have yet felt, tho they say ye caint remember pane n tiz probly true, but i caint recolleck ever feelin such pane befor.

frum that, twuz a series of pane n nausea, witch i wuz on the fone to my neurologist day after day. she dint thank i needed to cum see her on a counta i have dun bin diagnosed. i tole her that the pane made it feel lack it had to be sumthin moren a migraine, but thats whut all folks with migraines sez ever now n agin. i wunder to this verr day bout that.

innywho, i deecided i wood make a pointment with my reglar doctor n have my annual fisicull. furst availabull date: september 9, witch thats barely over a munth of waitin. but a fisicull aint urgent innywho.

then whenvever it seemed to me lack the nausea mite could be sumthin else on a counta i feel it ever time i eat, i deecided to make a reglar pointment, witch i wonted to see eem as soon as possibull ceptn the furst date wuz fer the 12th of this munth, over 2 weeks after i made the pointment. ifn i am lucky, i kin still show eem a simptum or two. thay aint no way i kin figger whar ye kin go see yer doctor whilst yer ackshly in the furst blush of yer illness. thar jes too busy.

thang is, i have bout the best insurants ye kin git in this cuntry.

Monday, August 03, 2009

mizry of buddy don: cummin twixt me n my doctor

i aint bin able to rite much lately on a counta havin the longest n wurstest migrain i have yet had in this here life. odd thang bout it is how it prooves that even ifn ye git the best health keer cuveridge ye kin git, thays still a'gone be sum folk standin betwixt ye n yer doctor.

fer eggsample: i wint to see my neurologist, witch that thar insurants cumpny woodnt let me pick a speshulist on a counta that had to be dun by my primary keer doctor. so the insurants cum twixt me n whutever choice i mite coulda wonted to make by gittin my reglar doctor to pick my speshulist. aint no big thang, but tiz the furst place whar insurants kep me frum makin my own choice ... n i caint say i coulda dun no better, ceptn fer this

a few years back that verr same primary keer doctor sicced me onta a grate neurologist, witch he wuz a big hep till he deecided he woodnt acksept my insurants no more. so i had to git a new neuro even tho i lack the one i had. thang is, i coulda kep a'goin to the old one ... ifn i coulda afforded the $350 each visit wood cost on top of inny perseedures he mite coulda wonted to do n inny medicayshun he wooda wonted to perscribe n et cetra.

innywho, i wuz speakin with my latest neuro (thurd one) bout the news on health keer n the publick opshun whenever she wuz inspecktin me fer migraine damages. i ast her whut she thought. she ast me did i have a problum with public fire departments a'puttin out fires? did i have a problem with publick poe-leece takin keer to make the streets safe? did i have a problum with publick skools?

thang is, i dint have no major trubles with inny of em on a counta ever one has hepped me ceptn whenever i wuz livin down in tennessee n thay cum a fire out at the farm witch turnt out thay wudnt no publick opshun whar we wuz a'livin n we dint know it so the fire cumpny cum but reefused to putt out the fire on a counta we hadnt sined up with em (we dint even know thay wudnt no publick fire dept at the time). n they woodnt let us sine up on the spot since the fire had dun alreddy broke out ... so they let it burn n jes watched us puttin it out our ownselves best we could. the eggstint of the damage wuz grater on a counta we dint have nuthin but garden hozes to putt it out with. but we gut it out ere the hole place burnt down.

innyhow, i tole dr k that i dint have no truble with nun of them thangs. she pointed out that folks that dint lack the publick skools dint have to use em n could send thar kids to privutt skools ifn they wonted to, witch tiz the same with doctorin: ifn i had the money, i coulda stuck with the furst neuro i had. nobidy pervented me. i jes couldnt cum up with the scratch to do that reglar lack.

then she pointed out how the insurants cumpny is twixt us n the deecishuns she wonted to make even now. thang is, the pane i am a'havin now dont ack lack a normal migraine eggzackly. insted, i have bin hurtin in the same place fer the longest. it dont stop. it only gits a lil numb. i tole her twuz almos impossibull to bleeve that it wudnt nuthin a'growin up in thar. she sed tiz minny a migraineur that sez the same. she also pointed out that i dun had my last mri jes a year n a half ago n the insurants cumpny wont pay fer a nuther (tiz rashunned keer, by the way) till it has bin three years.

then she increased the medicayshun i am a'takin, but the insurants cumpny tole the farmacist that she couldnt give miz bd the new drugs on a counta they bleeve i am a'takin the medicin too fast, ceptn tiz the doctor that increased the dose! farmacist sed to cum back when i wuz out of pills n she wood be able to git sum more then.

to sum up:
  1. lost my furst neuro on a counta insurants woodnt no longer pay. i coulda paid my ownself ifn i wuz rich, witch i aint n thats the mane reason i have insurants in sted of jes payin fer everthang that mite could go rong, but whut it means is thays a insurants bureaucrat twixt me n my doctor (witch jes magine how much wurser it wooda bin ifn twere a gummint bureaucrat!)

  2. my current doctor wood lack to have a nuther mri dun ceptn the insurants cumpny is rashunnin that keer witch that means thays a insurants bureaucrat twixt me n my doctor (witch jes magine how much wurser it wooda bin ifn twere a gummint bureaucrat!)

  3. my doctor gives me a perscripshun that shows how she has increasd my dosage, but the insurants cumpny is watchin n sez i caint have the medicin jes yet, makin a nuther insurants bureaucrat twixt me n my doctor (witch jes magine how much wurser it wooda bin ifn twere a gummint bureaucrat!)

  4. this same thang happend to me back whenever i wuz havin back surgries, witch thank the kindness of my surgeon fer havin sample pills to give me whenever the insurants bureaucrat cum twixt me n my doctor n sed i couldnt have the medicayshun he had perscribed fer me (witch jes magine how much wurser it wooda bin ifn twere a gummint bureaucrat!)

  5. i reckun it dont count whenever the insurants cumpny denies payment fer sumthin thats cuverd n then sez thar sorry whenever ye call but then deny the payment agin till ye call agin n git a nuther round of how sorry they are (n tiz true how they are verr sorry folk) till after three or four such denials they finely pay ... that aint lack a insurants bureaucrat cummin twixt me n my doctor (witch jes magine how much wurser it wooda bin ifn twere a gummint bureaucrat!), jes the insurants cumpny spendin a lotta our insurants payments money trine not to pay whut they owe, witch they all ways ended up a payin, jes after more time n money wuz spent furst trine not to pay it. aint that purty eefishunt?

Monday, July 27, 2009

waka of budouadana: Stretch

The prime of one’s life
Seems to stretch out lazily
Like a panting dog
On a summer afternoon;
Autumn winds blow all too soon.

Monday, July 20, 2009

mizry of buddy don: migraine migraine migraine

i aint writ a post in a while on a counta how i have bin in migraine hell fer whut seems lack ferever but caint be but a week or so. me n miz bd has tride to track it, witch tiz hard on a counta i dont all ways add mitt that i am a'havin one. i reckun i wurked thru two hard daze with them hedakes last thursdy n fridy, but they set in with wurser n wurser simptums till on mundy twuz as panefull as i kin ever recall it bein. felt as if sumbidy had laid a hot iron on the top of my hed n let it burn its way into the lef side till it gut to the ear lobe. kep up on tuesdy n windsdy ere it turnt to nausea n vomitin. woke up vomitin yesterdy in the middle of the nite.

n wurst is how i feel lack i orta be sayin i am sorry to everbidy i know, lack twuz my fault i keep a'gittin these thangs. n wurser is how i had jes seen dr k n figgerd thangs wuz goin good.


n thang is, it has dun alreddy started agin (or did it ever stop?).

Friday, July 10, 2009

waka of budouadana: Winning

It does not matter
That athletes should spend their lives
Seeking perfection,
Striving to become the best,
Yet failing ever to win.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: my favert pitcher frum them firewurks

after a while, all them firewurks pitchers gits to looking the same, but thays one that kindly stands out fer me, witch i kindly look lack a huge bow-kay of flowers ... click on it to see it big ...

ifn ye wonta see all them pitchers i tuck of the macys fourth of july firewurks display, click this here lank.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

waka of budouadana: Conception

Potential lies still
In her warm silent bed
While deadly struggle
Cruelly eliminates
All but one of her suitors.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: more firewurks

i aint had time to process all them pitchers i tuck, but heres a cuple more ...

Monday, July 06, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: firewurks over the hudson

mayhap ye dun red that this year that thar macys july 4th firewurks show wuz helt on the hudson river, witch that made it rite simple to git us a spot whar we could see em n even take a pitcher or two or 6 hunnert. miz bd went out to git a bench round 3 pm. i cooked up sum vittles -- sum gwawkamolee, pizza n lemon meringue pie -- n twuz easy a nuff to take out the gwawkamolee n sum chips fer folks to eat n then the pizza, witch ye caint hardly magine how them other folks wuz a'lookin at our eats n wishin they had thunk of the same thang.

innywho, heres a few pitchers of them amazin firewurks, witch thay aint no way to splain how amazing they wuz, all the thangs they creeated up thar in the air, lil critters or faces or flowers that wuz up thar fer a instunt n then gone. n taint possibull to catch em ... but that dint stop me frum trine ...

Thursday, July 02, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: creatchurs of habit

a sayin i lack to live by is thisn:
habits: easy to make, hard to brake
gooduns make ye, baduns brake ye
i try to cuntrol my habits as much as i kin, even trine to reeplace a badun with a goodun ever now n agin. mosly, i am stuck with my baduns (hard to brake) n try to keep my gooduns a'goin.

on saturdy me n miz bd went over to one of our favert places in man hattan, witch tiz a book store name of kinokuniya. whenever we gut thar, we notissd that they had that thar internashunull immigrunts day parade a'goin on n whenever we gut thar, twuz the tail end of it with vietnam agin. heres a cuple pitchers to proov it ...

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

waka of budouadana: Perseverance

An endless snowfall —
The path grown slick and icy —
Till tired temptation
Whispers: relax, lie down!
Yet the wise old soul hikes on.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: good year fer them roses

tuther week me n miz bd tuck ourself over to the brooklyn botanick garden on a counta twuz time fer them roses to be at thar peak, witch they wuz.

twuz a verr odd day fer us in a way on a counta how even tho i wuz mindin my own bizness n keepin rite close to miz bd, on three differnt occashuns women cum up to me as ifn she wudnt even thar. furstn wuz in the subway whilst we wuz a'waitin fer the train, but i dint hardly notiss.

secunt one wuz on the train, a purty yung woman with a east europeon ackcent who wonted to ast me questchuns bout my camra, cummin to sit at my side even tho miz bd wuz sittin rite thar on tuther side!

lucky fer me miz bd aint the jellus type on a counta later on, whenever we wuz in the rose garden takin pitchers, a group of four women cum up to me n ast wuz i takin pitchers of roses that wudnt purrfeck? looked to me lack these ladies mite coulda cum frum japan or china or korea, witch i caint tell the differnts tho i gut a korean friend who sez he kin tell nine times outta ten. innywho, it tole em i lacked to git pitchers that showed jes how fleetin the beeyooty of them roses is, meanin a pitcher that shows one thats dun on the deecline, one thats jes bout reddy to bloom, n one thats purty much as good as twill git.

them ladies laffd n ast could i take thar pitcher on a counta they wuz jes lack them roses, with one bout to bloom, one in bloom, n a cuple that wuz ... then they laffd agin. thang wuz, as they wuz walkin round to whar they wonted thar pitcher tuck, one of em eggsplaind that a nuthern had cancer n dint have long to live. twuz odd that ye couldnt tell witchn twuz on a counta thay wuz all smilin n flirtin n havin em a real good time. ifn i had been a lil quicker on the uptake, mayhap i wooda tuck a pitcher of em. but i dint.

i did git the pitcher that led em to astin whut kinda pitchers i wuz takin, witch here tiz ...

Friday, June 26, 2009

dreams of buddy don: sumday

tiz my dream that sumday i will share this view ...

with this lil feller ...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: rurnt

tuther day buck putt up a comment on a post i dun bout our furst grandson ezekiel. he ast:
I get the feeling that Ezekiel might be "rurnt"

Any truth to that? :-)
rurnt? that lil un aint hardly rurnt lessn ye mean even more spoilt than that proverbyall rotten apple that sent the hole barrel down to ruinayshun! n ifn he aint rurnt yet, tiz only proof that we gut us sum wurk yet to be dun.

i am shore buck wood be deelited to know that me n miz bd dun give lil ezekiel a cuple vols outfits fer his furst birthdy on a counta how taint never too soon to be thankin bout collidge! i wish i had a pitcher of eem a'wearin em, witch i hope to git one rite soon.

till then, ye will have to make do with these ...

furst, here he is showin how he alreddy knows how importunt it is to git the ball (n notiss the nice colors of that thar ball!) ...

here he is a'trine to wipe the smile offn lorettas face (taint lackly) ...

n finely, here he is takin a look at the cake his mama made fer eem, witch she made one that looks lack a rubber ducky!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: one year ago today

i have herd it sed that whenever ye start to git ole n notiss how most thangs in life is kindly a'gittin a lil wurses, along cums one of lifes gratest bonuses: a grandchild. one year ago today, me n miz bd n a slew of other folk was down at st vincents hospitull in the greenwich village waitin fer the arrival of a lil feller, witch we dint know till he wuz born whuther he wuz a'gone be a boy or a gurl.

this is the lil feller then:

n here is the same feller at his furst birthdy party, witch i hope he has at lease a hunderd more of em!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiel cuntinues his escape attempts

they say t he fruit dont fall far frum the tree, witch that means them kids is a'gone turn out a lot lack thar parnts. tiz the case with ezekiel on a counta hes jes lack tony whenever ye tell eem sumthin aint allowd. that then becums the verr thang he wood wonta do.

as menchunned yesterdy, ezekiel wonted to go outside. evertime he gut a'loose, thats whar he wood hed. heres sum pitchers of a attempt that wuz halted by miz bd closin the door.

finely, his daddy had to pick eem up! thats his mama in the background n as ye kin see, he still had his eye on the prize!

Monday, June 22, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiels furst birthdy party

ezekiel wuz born one year ago on windsdy, but thay wuz a party up in westchester yesterdy, so me n miz bd wint, witch we woodnta missd it fer innythang. i aint even close to finishin them pitchers frum le conte, so ye kin jes magine how far behind i am with pitchers of the party! (n i aint even tride to look at sum pitchers tuck last week at the brooklyn botanick garden ... maybe sum day.)

but heres a few of the birthdy boy his ownself ...

furst, heres one with his ant loretta n grandma dolly ...

ezekiel has larnt eem two kinds of mobilty. witch his favert by far is the crawl ...

thang is, he aint a year ole yet, but he alreddy knows to go whar they tole eem he caint go, witch he hedded fer the door trine to go outside ever time he could git hisself outta the arms of all them that wonted to hold eem ... here he is a trine to git to that door ere sumbidy closes it or picks eem up ...

even when he wuz bein held back, he knew whar he wonted to go ...

folks wonted to see eem walk, but he dint much wonta comply with thar wishes. in sted, ever time they putt eem on his feet, he started a'jumpin up n down. i gut this shot off ere he wuz a'jumpin too much to catch ...

as ye mite magine, thays a slew of pitchers yet to be posted ...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: views frum the top

cuple thangs to say bout this here blog. miz bd gut me a doe mane name of, so ye kin jes type that into yer browser ifn ye wonta visit! wudnt that nice of her? nuther thang ye mite wonta notiss is how i putt a lank up to whar ye kin see all them pitchers tuck by buddy don over on my smugmug site. caint figger why that didnt occur to me ere now, but thar ye go.

heres a few more frum le conte, witch ifn ye aint notissd, tiz one of my favert places, speshly this particular trail ... ye git sum nice views frum yer top, witch that means yer on the way down ...

Friday, June 19, 2009

pitchers tuck by buddy don: made it to the top

these here pitchers should be proof a nuff that me n miz bd made it to the top of mt le conte, witch tiz a thang that gits a lil more doubtfull ever year that passes (but we dun purty good fer a cuple fifty-sumthins!) ...

furst, heres whar a bidy could git a bite to eat n a lil perteckshun frum the cold ...