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An irregular marking on the exterior of Native American pottery: usually resulting from burning fuel coming in direct contact with the vessel during firing

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Kolob Resevoir

Zion National Park

Tennis scores this morning were 6-3, 6-2 in spite of the wrist brace I've been wearing. I felt really good this morning with no shortness of breath or fatigue as the games progressed. This is day 5 without any tobacco. Quiting is easy, I've done it dozens of times.

After tennis we drove up to the Kolob Reservoir.. My favorite reservoir was "Reservoir Dogs" by Quentin Tarrantino. Mr. Green. Mr Pink. "Why do I have to be be Mr. Pink?

Mr. Blonde has cut off Marvin's ear and begins talking into it]
Mr. Blonde: Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that? "

Anyway we get up to the reservoir at 8,100 feet and there's still snow on the ground and ice on the lake. The guys driving this snow cat charge off though the snow and only one guy comes back. The guy he dropped off has the keys to the truck so the snow cat takes off again to get the Chevy keys.

The temperature at midday is about 38F. We enjoy a turkey mesquite honey sandwich on sourdough bread before turning back from the reservoir.

Joe: With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself personally. That includes where you been, your wife's name, where you might've done time, or maybe a bank you robbed in St. Petersburg. All I want you guys to talk about, if you have to, is what you're going to do. That should do it. Here are your names...
[pointing to each respective member]
Joe: Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright?

1 comment:

  1. Cool looking golf cart! I gotta get one of those things! Now I can find every ball I lose...... lol