A samon hue and bird chorus announced the

A samon hue and bird chorus announced the day is come, as I blinked to clear the sleep. Dew wetted the tent flap as my queitly unzipped it, yet still I startled the camp visitor

with my stark naked body & ready for anything attitude. "Want some beans?" I asked her. She stared at me blankly. Then it dawned on me. "Have you been raised by wolves?" She nodded

, her topaz eyes glowing in the campfire light. Well, she must have had some human contact at some point if she understood my question. I held out my pan of beans to WolfGirl, but

she howled. I followed Wolfgirl's curled lips. They pointed at the moon. The campfire smoke circled in front of the moon and I said, "Yes, Wolfgirl, she's up there alright."

At least she was helping make Wolfman Jack's Glogg. It meant she would finally have a job. The glogg was sold worldwide, and she met Frank Zappa at the Gloggery. How exciting was

It to share your love of "Titties & Beer" with the father of "Titties & Beer". To stare starry eyed as He recounts that night in the trenches when the Swiss burned down Deep Purple

It was just awful, the smell of scorched Purple.

Terry Chalmers and I were noodling around when that smell of scorched Purple wafted in. I think we both prayed for clear skies as we secured our bunker's purple drink powder stash

in the wall safe. Terry went over to the stereo and played 'Purple Haze' at maximum volume. We curled up on the dirty floor together, holding hands and praying.