Happy Lebowski Day

| September 3, 2018

Labor Day Tradition Continues

Enjoy your Labor Day if you can. I am enjoying the rain, although it delays the new commercial for the miraculously affordable, extremely reliable and handy fly line tamer … line spikes … management system … whatever you want to call it. Have an idea for a name? Maybe I’ll just call it the Lebowski. It just lays there and catches shit.


Now this story I’m about to unfold

took place back in the early nineties–

just about the time of our conflict

with Sad’m and the Eye-rackies.  I

only mention it ’cause some- times

there’s a man–I won’t say a hee-ro,

’cause what’s a hee-ro?–but sometimes

there’s a man.

And I’m talkin’ about the Dude here–

sometimes there’s a man who, wal,

he’s the man for his time’n place,

he fits right in there–and that’s

the Dude, in Los Angeles 

SCRIPT “The Big Lebowski”


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