We also have one, but we’ve always called it a corn knife. (Used back in the day to cut corn stalks by hand to open the field for the machinery.) if it will protect me from creepy clowns I’ll definitely move it into the house.

That’s how Johnny Gosch’s story was for those of us in central Iowa. Unsupervised play time and outdoor walks were severely curtailed.

I’m from Des Moines and I grew up with this story. I too thought of Johnny before I got to the second part of the headline. I hope the Goschs get closure too someday.

This is such a horrifyingly good book.

Word. There’s a great book called Death in Yellowstone that chronicles the circumstances surrounding fatalities in the park. So many people die of stupidity there. It’s not Disneyland. You have to use common sense in the wild areas of our world.

NEVER FORGET US

It’s ok, fellow Greys! I know what to do! It’s just like senior prom. And junior prom. And homecoming. And, well, nevermind.

I was really hoping for the Ungreying Fairy today as well.

Well dammit. I was hoping for a Great Ungreying.

Oh dear God. So there’s hope for all of us our here??

I’m pretty sure that ribbon wand still exists somewhere in my moms house.

I will never forget the feeling of failure when during my first half marathon, a gentleman WALKED past me at mile 3. I did sprint past him in the last half mile (at a certain point in the race that became my only goal), but Jesus, he was walking 6.5mph!

I wrote three chapters of my thesis before I walked away from my Master’s. At least you’ll get your moment in the sun here. I’m guessing my glacial geology submissions wouldn’t get me out of that greys.

I shall click my heels together three times and say “there no place like the black, there’s no place like the black..."

Help me, Fairy Godmother!

FREE ME!!!!

I don’t understand why people can’t see that this was a bit.

Crazy! And fascinating. May I ask which reservation, or at least what part of the country?

I want to hear these stories!

I ride horses, and when I was in college I boarded my horse at a barn where there was a group of people who were into supernatural/mystic stuff. Several of us got together to bring an animal communicator to the barn for a weekend to do readings with our horses and to teach some classes on kinesiology, animal…