Monthly Archives: December 2005

Jeremy Rosen Stuff & Things

The Dawn of a New Age

This is the last Axes & Alleys interconnected network postism of the year 2005 (A.D. Neo-Gregorian). Owing to calendrical difficulties (specifically the fact that the calendar year is 365.25 days long), we at Axes & Alleys enjoy marking the New Year at each perihelion, hence we tend to ignore the January 1st nonsense.

For once though, we’ve decided to do something to celebrate the coming of 2006 in January. While previously issues have premiered on the 20th of each month, they will now debut on the 1st of each month.

Make sure you check out the site the first of each month for all new exciting Axes & Alleys issues. No more waiting till the 20th to find out what Montezuma has to say about dandruff or what that whacky Dave has gotten himself into this time.

Well, fancy that, you get to view all our new issues 20 days earlier. Just one of the many remarkable changes you’ll see over the next year.

But don’t worry, everything you love about Axes & Alleys will still be there. No matter what, we’ll still provide you with all the best in tractor repair and maintenance information. One hundred and three years going strong.

Axes & Alleys: America’s Favorite Tractor Magazine (Cenozoic Era).

xxx ooo

Delores Grunion

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Pole Position

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Classifieds: December 2005

FOR RENT
A container. Guess what kind of container and you could rent it. 5 closest guesses win an entry in my “Rent the Container” drawing, to be held on August 12, 2005.
John Champlin, 35 Rodster Way

OPEN HOUSE
One Main St. I left the door open because I forgot my keys one day. Feel free to stop by. I have beverages and some board games (many pieces missing). It could be a good time.
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H.G. Peterson Scott Birdseye Special Feature

“Granite Comes Through It”

By H.G. Peterson

H.G. Peterson

Though our appliances are just machines
That don’t have blood and don’t metabolize
I will often wonder if they have dreams
Do they hope and think and philosophize?

Granted it comes from plans and not from genes
But the oven laughs when the toaster cries
Blender, tormentor, scares by any means
While the stoic wall clock watches and sighs

My air conditioner just yells and screams
And the can opener still tells me lies
It says it is the Lord Mayor of Rheims
The fridge can’t sing opera, but it still tries

Doc said he could fix the situation
If I’d kindly take my medication

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