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                                           Hogspore News from the Ozarks
                                                             By Clet Litter
                                       It’s that time spring forward Sunday

  Remember to spring forward Sunday morning one hour. This is where the guvernment
confiscates 60 minutes from us and stores them in Nevada caves, next to the surplus
cheese, nuclear waste, and Ronco-As-Seen-On-TV products for the Christmas season. In
November, the Feds dole out that hour to us, and we are required to express thanks for
the benefit.

  Ronco’s Ron Popeil is getting into his 80s. He is famous for the Beef Jerky Machine that
he’s developing into a portable cremation oven for home use. The reworked slogan is,
“But wait … there’s no more.”    

  A feller from Canada reads this newspaper. He wrote me that he broke his thumb
whilst skiing up in the fifty-first state. He was trying to relate to my back pain a couple of
weeks ago. It was really a she, but Punkin won’t let me have a lady friend who lives with
polar bears, wolves, and craft coffee houses.

  Them Canadians are worried aboot their privacy. They get suspicious if you even know
what province they live in. The Quebec French don’t have that hang up. They’ll share a
hot tub with you, even a dog, or a spayed wolverine. They wear nothing but a smile in
the spa and have a Canadian open attitude aboot the boundaries of appropriate

  Canada loves and abides these French-speaking folks, but they treat them like two-
year-olds cause they can’t be trusted. Quebec contains most of them, so they can watch
them. They’re like tots who play quietly with matches in a bedroom. They start a fire,
leave the room, and close the door, more like cigarette smoking, voting, and drinking

  We have another international feller in China that gets the newspaper online. He has
no opinion on anything; not like over here where a concerned citizen, (old coot), can
complain at a town hall meeting about a pothole on his street. In China, if you protest
in public, they fill that pothole right away … with you.

  Larry’s Assisted Living Facility Gift and Bon Voyage Sympathy Card Shop announced,
“We are offering the senior man’s cologne for our residents called Old Space. We also
carry tastefully discreet Do Not Resuscitate signs.”

  Granddaughter Evangeline had a root canal last week. Them rites of passage make you
a better person. You can discuss it with a new friend who also had some tooth work
done. Now, you are buddies.

  It’s embarrassing years later, when you see that acquaintance on the street again and
the only thing you can say is, “Hey there, you. You uh ... root canal buddy.”

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