The Oh So Potted Moose
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6 min readNov 27, 2021
…the airbag exploded like a marshmallow in a microwave.
The Oh So Potted Moose
Preacher Steve was driving the Parks Highway. The cruise control set at 69, his favorite number. He’d reached the midway point between Fairbanks and Nenana. That’s Nenana, rhymes with banana. As he passed Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn, he was distracted by a new sign: Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Rear
