Trina Kingsbury
It was late spring of Ali’s 42nd year. She telephoned, asking me to come over to see what her father did for her. Upon arrival at Ali’s wonderful old home of her late grandmother, I found her in this immense, newly turned garden all set for planting. To the artist in Ali this was a blank canvas, new brushes and a box of fresh paints. A finer garden spot one couldn’t dream of, yet from behind the shed she came with a weeding tiller. The metal part was antique but the long, gently arched wooden handles were new.
Dale (Goofy) Robinson died on March 21 after a prolonged battle with cancer. Goofy was Dale’s favorite Disney character and also his C.B. handle. In 1981 we teamed as occasional partners, at which time he bestowed upon me the handle of Wildflower.
Call me Tossu. Two and a half years ago I embarked upon a watery voyage that brought me to an Island in the Atlantic. After some land travel I arrived at a small dwelling in the woods wherein resided a giant beast. Although it outweighed me 20 times I leapt upon it; at eight weeks old I had the courage of eight mountain lions. The leviathan finally succumbed and it now knew I would rule the roost — not just her but my new brother, Cat Trap (Cho), and our critter sitter, T.
