The Sculpin
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Mood: Riding into the Sunset, looking for a sunrise.
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Now that the turkey has been eaten...Feliz Navidad to all Nomads!!!
With apologies to Clement C Moore.....
'Twas the night before Christmas, I was driving Mex 1. No drunks, trucks, or burros, not even a bum;
Flying through the Vizcaino without even a care, Heading for San Nicholas, sure hope there's fish there;
The kids were asleep in the back of the 'burb. The tailwind was howling, quite a sound to be heard;
And Mamma in front ,and I at the wheel, had just settled down after quite a long meal,
When under the hood there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the shoulder I flew like a flash, Tore open the hood, now where's that sound at?
The moon on the breast of the Tres Virgenes, gave a luster of midday to the cactus around us.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Ford F-150, with eight tiny reindeer?
That truck was lit up!, all green red and yellow, that driver was odd, a jolly old fellow.
He skin was like caramel, his eyes were all knowing, and his clothes were all tarnished with dirt and some oil;
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke, smelled like mota, he must be police;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He poked, and he prodded, he even called me a jerk!
Air filter, heater hose, brake fluid, spark plugs, "the yellows are biting" he said with a shrug,
Guillermo's got dorado, Verdugo does too, lots of bugs in Juanico, and Cabo has blues
Radiator, head gasket, fuel filter, oil pan, he's stripping the 'burb! gotta stop 'im while I can!
Not to worry, he says, I have found the problema, there's surf wax stuck all over your carbuereta!
With a wave of his hand, and some strange smelling dust, all the parts flew around, and landed right where they must,
He sprang to his feet, to the deer gave a nod, rev'ed that Ford up, and drove away in a fog.
The kids were all sleepy eyed and all started stirring, "get in the car, Dad, we all want to go surfing!"
I looked down the road, I could not see a sight, the marg's at Mallarimo's must have been strong this last night!
As I climed in the cab, with a smile, then a chuckle, I soon howled with laughter, thinking about all that rubble,
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night !"
Feliz Navidad, you guys, and the best to you and your families in 2006!
  
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woody with a view
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good job sculpin-
same on ya!
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Barry A.
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Very Good, Sculpin!!!!! I like it!!!!!----a promising talent, for sure. You have a great Holiday also.
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comitan
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Amazing talent!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Strive For The Ideal, But Deal With What\'s Real.
Every day is a new day, better than the day before.(from some song)
Lord, Keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.
“The sincere pursuit of truth requires you to entertain the possibility that everything you believe to be true may in fact be false”
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Oso
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Location: on da border
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Always enjoy this!
Just one question: What freaking shoulder?
All my childhood I wanted to be older. Now I\'m older and this chitn sucks.
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Santiago
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Every year about this time I start thinking, "Wonder if Sculpin will post his poem this year?" Thanks again.
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The Sculpin
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Registered: 9-3-2002
Location: Back in the Saddle
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Mood: Riding into the Sunset, looking for a sunrise.
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Here's to sweet pineapple tamales and tequila!
...and a shameless reprint.....
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David K
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Thanks Sculpin...
Feliz Navidad!
[Edited on 12-26-2005 by David K]
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Gypsy Jan
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What a lovely
Baja Christmas carol, it lifted my spirits.
Maybe that is a project for a Nomad, putting together a book of Baja holiday poems?
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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