Some folks never tire of complaining about the rain. They complain when there’s not enough, and they complain again when we finally get some and they want it to stop. I call them “Complainers.” Me, I just love a rainy night. Well, I love a rainy night, it’s such a...
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Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott – Last Christmas
This week marks the second anniversary of the arrival of three beautiful orange and white kittens that were gifted to us by a neighbor. We only wanted one fluffy orange and white kitty, but the neighbor insisted we take all three “because they’re bonded.”...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott – Words
When I look back on the past year, I find that I have written over 42,000 words as part of this weekly column, not to mention all the other words used in the news and information articles that I’ve written for this newspaper. Now that’s a lot of wrods. Wait a darned...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott – It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Nothing says Christmas more than the annual barrage of Christmas carols that show up around Thanksgiving time and quickly vanish, come New Years Day. No sooner has the Thanksgiving turkey been properly basted and put in the oven, the annual barrage of Christmas carols...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott – There’s a Bathroom on the Right
Seven men were recently arrested for the theft of an 18-karat gold toilet from Blenheim Palace, the sprawling English mansion where British wartime leader Winston Churchill was born. The toilet, valued at $5.95 million, was an artwork that was intended to be a satire...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott – Song For a Friend
On the eve of Thanksgiving each year, I’m sadly reminded of the awful tragedy that occurred 60 years ago, on Nov. 22, 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas by an apparently deranged young man, who was also shot shortly afterward. When you...





