Hey now, somebody from the SOSC gots Jolene the Dairy/Trailer Yard Queen in a tizzy and that ain't good. First off, some kids from the beach papered her Mango tree out front of her double -wide trailer site, way up Taleaga Ranch Rd., and boy is her old man pissed. Earl's his name, and he got no use for surfers no matter what age. Well anyways, Earl and she just got home from Doheny State Beach. and we think the State's starting to toughen up the Rangers as they just ain't taking no guff from nobody. Today when we approched the kiosk, the new Ranger unclipped, strode to the driver's window, we was asked for the two of us to get it out and show 'em some ID. Well, this obviously new Ranger had an unwavering swagger to his step, ankle high construction work boots, spit-shined Buster Brown Belt featuing a 9 mm rapid fire fully loaded piece, 14" flashlight with a large hook, and a beautiful, well taken care of fibre-glass baton. Ranger was a compact, squared off, 5' 8" under a high n' tight military, but most obvious was his raging, arrogant attitude. " Pull over to the right, ma'am, you're blocking traffic,"he said. "What the hell," said Jolene, "get that boy's name, Hon." Earl told the Ranger to step back to the car, as he did Earl jotted the Ranger's name, looked up and gulped. "Jolene, you better look at this." Jolene glanced at the pad staring directly at the name, Harold Dairywimple Junior.

Written by Ranger Ephriam.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES