An Ode to Fetterman

To thee! Fetterman Fields!
To the time ye fought against the overlords and won our freedom!
To your lovely locks of hair receeding!
To every tooth ye grind with your powerful mandibles!
To every snore that passes the lonely night.
To thee! Fetterman Fields!
You have my sword.
You can be my wing man any day.

Until a moment ago when I was going through my inbox deleting old emails, I didn’t think I had ever written any poetry worth sharing. But then I found this gem. How wrong I was!

Sigh,
Clifton

P.S. Due to the emotional nature of this post, I do not recommend you read it while driving.

James has been following me around with his digital camera recording random moments. We both improvise and the result is hillarious (to us, that is). But, on the off chance that someone besides James and I might enjoy this randomness, here you are: two gems from the Clif and James vault.

Miserable

Fingernail Clippers or Electric Razor?