Waters got to flow, muskrats got to giggle

Let 'er rip Tater Chip!
Let 'er rip Tater Chip!

No, that isn’t the rain that has been falling most of today here in northeastern Arkansas where I am on vacation, visiting a friend. It is, actually, the water rushing over the dam where a spring spawns the Spring River, near the Missouri border. Some 9.78 million gallons of water per hour flow here at what is now the Mammoth Spring  State Park and creates the scenic and trout-laden river. I also was able to view some of the Spring Lake’s own “Muskrat Love,” although we were unable to determine which was Muskrat Suzie and Muskrat Sam. We also really didn’t see any love. I just had to make some remark about the 1970s song — one which some call the worst song ever — that people either like or to which they have a violent reaction.

Many thanks to my friend Paul from Tokyo, who updated the football picks I prognosticated guessed last week while I am vacationing.

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