So, I had just pulled out of Top Town, headed for the Rim, driving down the road minding my own business, just like I always do, when I heard a slight squealing sound as I rounded a curve. Thinking I might be going a tad too fast for the curve, I let up on the gas...
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Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Act Naturally
Last week’s Emmy Awards presentation was a sad state of affairs. Give me a break…no, give me a piece of that Kit Kat bar. They’ve gotta be kidding, Seth Rogen? (Gag me with a spoon.) This foul-mouthed fool should be locked in a cage. Newton Minow – former chairman of...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Popsicle Toes
That was quite a cold snap we had in these parts last week. Why, it was cold enough to freeze the ears off of a brass monkey. By the way, back in the day a brass monkey was a rack that held cannon balls on the deck of a seafaring ship. When it got really cold, those...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: We’ve Only Just Begun
It seems like just yesterday that I hooked up with my “child bride,” but, no, it was 52 years ago on Aug. 25 that I married my college sweetheart at a fancy church wedding in Whittier. Like a lot of weddings back in the day, the first song played by the organist was...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Old Days
Now that summer is nearly over and the kiddos are back in school – instead of riding around the neighborhood on those noisy and annoying mini-motorcycles – it should be a lot quieter around these parts. That reminds me that autumn is one of my favorite times of the...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: The Dog Days of Summer
Labor Day weekend heralds the end of summer, even though it doesn’t officially end until the Sept. 22 autumnal equinox. But, for all practical purposes, summer as we know it here on the mountain is over and done. Yes, the so-called “Dog Days of Summer” are now upon...




