THE RESEARCH I DO FOR YOU

I'm saying I should receive college credit for it. Who else would go to these lengths just to keep you informed? Just to share not morsels, not tidbits, but actually stirring conversation pieces. Ice breakers. Well, the answer is I.

Pictured on your left, taken in 1861, is Custer's Last Sit. Everybody knows about his Last Stand. I wonder has there ever been an ice cream place called Custard's Last Stand? If not, there should be.

But here he is sitting with his dog who seems to know to look at the camera. The General, with more things on his mind, has chosen a rather pensive pose. Even with a distraught mouth drawn.

The dog, whose name was Bandit, (oh, wait a minute: that was my dog's name). The dog, whose name escapes me after all the hours of research I did to find this picture, seems to be waiting for the Gen. to throw his hat again so he could fetch it.

Or, he just has a feeling that old Custer may not be sitting here anymore, so this is a significant closure that they are having. Dogs are like that. They know stuff. Cats too.

We had a few cats in our MTV days and a nice woods next to our house where when the cats decided to die, they'd just go there and not bother me. I like that about cats. We could learn from them. What's up with finality anyhow?

Maybe that's what the General was pondering at His Last Sit.

But there you have it. Just ask someone if they've ever seen the photo. It's a good start to a conversation. Then ask them if they knew the name of Custer's dog. And if he had any cats.