Sticks and Stones By Bill Stork, DVM Corporate America has cashed in on the feel-good of children and dogs for years. Think of Buster Brown* shoes, and the Coppertone kid. I’m glad there’s not much of a market for tree branches and sticks. Someone would render a Rockwell-ish image of a small boy with a stick, and a lab pup waiting for him to throw it. I can’t think of anything cuter, or more dangerous. Joe Trytten may be one of the most unassuming folks you’ll ever have the pleasure to know. With some regularity he can be found at the Tyranena Brewing Company in Lake Mills, Wisconsin. Before I knew his last name, we simply identified him as “kindly old Joe”. He refers to himself as “permanen
Reggio “The Hoofer”* By Bill Stork, DVM “I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he lightly touch down Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh, he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook ba
