Greg Garbanzo

"Keep your poops short or you'll get real real sweaty! That pipe's hot!"

"For after one more turn around the horn, back to you it comes. Now! Make like Thor! Drive it home and take you throne!"

"It's Stump they play, that game of May, that game of highs and lows. But even when your hammer's down and oft skittering across the ground, don't give up. You can't give up."

"CRACK! From where kids park they see the spark, the noble spark of lore. Ore on ore, from the a porch a roar, a drunken cry of "more, more, more!""

"Now 'round the tree, one takes a knee--hammer, nail, tap tap. Up she stands, in full command (it's time to sink his ship). The hammer's thrown, around it goes, back to palm and slammed on down..."

"As winter weather warms away, the porter girls come out to play. To the Porch they ride ( beer cans astride), to seize the view (our Mountains blue)."