THE OLD WEST

When Scott was a freshman at the U of I, as he was walking back to the dorm, Illini star Andy Kaufman turned to him and said, "Can you believe it? My poly sci professor doesn't like country music.!" Scott didn't know what to say. So Andy never spoke to him again, except to say hello. No more insight revealed from that athletic mind.

And why was that brought to my mind? Yesterday the neighbor from across the street saw me loading some golf clubs in my car and came over to chat. He's a former West Point retired Army colonel who commanded me, "Wait here just a minute."

Always respectful to the US Army, I stood at quasi-attention until his return. In his hand were two arrows like those pictured. One tip was broken off. They were 30 weight which I think means they could hurt a lot.. Col. Pryor didn't elaborate. I actually think his expertise was in more advanced weaponry.

"These two were by my back door. One stuck in the ground pretty close to my house."

Who, when, where they were shot from are all mysteries, though I suspect they were fired from the back on a pick up at night when the shooter's tank waas filled with some John Barley Corn. I hope so anyway.

Sure, out here we have cowboys and indians. In fact, I have a little indian in me. But I don't want a little indian's arrow in me. Or in the colonel.

And as Register-News columnist Sally Purcell used to say, :"And that's life"--at least out in the Old West.