Boise is nestled in the foothills of the Sawtooth Mountain Range and this week I started a volunteer job in the hills, assisting at a writing day camp fours hours a day. We walk around the hills, looking at nature and shit, and we write poems and stories in our journals. There are ten kids in my group, and I have it relatively easy since I'm just a TA and not leading the group myself. The kids are around nine or ten years old and it's amazing how they fall quiet in the shade of a tree and sit still, writing for thirty to forty minutes at a time. I write along with them, usually a bunch of nonsense, and I make bad sketches of the general terrain, which reminds one of where the Warner Bro's Road Runner once dwelt. We have a good time, I come home and eat a sandwich, then take a nap. Why can't all jobs be this fun?
Oh yeah, 'cause you don't usually get paid for stuff like this.

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What a lovely experience though. Can you post some doodles someday?
Meep! Meep!
I forgot to write that Boise's "elite" live up in the foothills along a couple of ridge lines in these sandy colored mansions that actually tastefully fit in for the most part, as if they were actually scientific outposts in a 60-70's sci-fi novel. I'm thinking of "When Last the Sweet Birds Sang".
Don't burn those houses down by accident. They sell frozen pizzas in Boise?
Cool!
Yes, sir. I just consumed one frozen pizza last eve. You know that delicious Henry Weinhardts soda they sell at Cecil's? Apparently that saucy fellow also produces beer, and its like summit beer around here. I've tasted 'blue boar" and it was quite good.
I recall drinking that Weinhardts in the Northwest. Is it from Oregon? Mmm. Saucy!
Yep, how'd you know that?
I just spent a fun ten minutes on their website:
http://www.henryweinhards.com/hw/home.aspx
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