by: Ron Anderson
We get our mail down the road in a box. It’s a very typical, rural situation. However, the location of the mailbox doesn’t seem to be on one of my usual flight paths when I leave home. As a result, “Box 7” is sometimes packed full.
The mail delivery person hasn’t made a personal appearance at my house to address this situation, but I bet the owners of Box 7 have been cussed out a time or two when they have had to jam one more day’s worth of mail into that space.
This time of year, in addition to the countless newsprint flyers advertising tremendous retail opportunities for groceries, electronics and don’t-pay-until-next-millennium furniture, the horse publications are also large enough to herniate (I think you can make hernia a verb) a full-grown man.
(Editor’s Note: No, Ron, herniate isn’t a word, but hernia is, so is hernias, herniated, and even herniation … but, sadly, not herniate).
Anyone in the horse business knows that winter is when mare owners are making breeding decisions, and stallion owners want to be sure their stud is included in those plans. Result: a lot of ads.
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