"Eat all yuh want, Junior.

This is a barbecue and no collection took up to pay the speaker of the day." "We certainly appreciate your kindness, Mister," the woman put in graciously, holding out her cup.

"What we'd have done, stuck here in the mud with no provisions and no town within miles, heaven only knows.

Was you kidding us," she added, with a betrayal of more real anxiety than she intended, "when you said Rhyolite is a dead one?
We looked it up on the map, and it was marked like a town.

We're making all the little towns that the road shows mostly miss.