It seems the rumors of "DesertMojaves" death were unfounded. While I was on Ames working out a supply order, A passing zoner that I've only spoke to once, came up to me.
He told me that while he was away to one of the other Zoner bases that he came across a pilot in the bar ordering Moonshine and was wondering where he could get some Duct tape. He gave me the description of the man, It fit him like a glove. Well, a very tattered glove, but it matched just the same. Figuring out where he's been all this time will have to wait till he is home.
I have arranged to have him brought home to Ouray where he belongs.
This next bit of news I am sure you will be glad to hear...
The drinks down in the Inn are on me tonight. So go enjoy it will it lasts!