This nifty turn of phrase is lifted from James McMurtry's Choctaw Bingo describing a T-bone crash while accessing the Big McDonald's on the bridge over Will Rogers Turnpike. I thank our friend Mark Cotton for pointing out this song that got me to rememberin' that road and that particular place. Now I'll remember the deer I T-boned this morning pulling the hill from downtown Susanville on the last leg of my Convention 2007 trip. Mark Englebretson termed Lynn's collision as a deer that got "Wabashed". I don't think you can "wabash" anything with a Subaru like I drive...except maybe butterflies. Luckily for me (not so lucky for Ms. Deer) the animal I hit was just about Collie sized so's I only have a busted bumpercover, deer-noggin sized hood bonk, trashed left front fender and dented driver's door. Still roadworthy. Neatly covers the dent that lady put in my fender up on the sixth floor of the Riv garage Friday morning.

Kinda dark when I got home this evening so I'll post a pic after I sleep, work, fool around with all my new chips and edit a bunch of pics from Wells, Jackpot, Ely, LV, Indian Springs, Tonopah, Goldfield and Reno. Don't have to unpack, the duds will just hang in the garment bag until the next show at the Riv. Oh! Just so this is Chip Related, here's a couple of chips I bought from Harrah's Monday morning.