Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Dusty Rhodes and the Auto-Genome Sequence



When they tease apart the last strands of the human genome and fire the whole batch into the centrifugal separator, then put it under the microscope (or whatever they do), put the data in the computer, and come up with a final diagnosis of the human condition, I am sure they will isolate the "auto" genes. Individuals with a predisposition for racing, building, collecting, and generally being one hundred percent concerned with anything self-propelled and internally combusted will finally have the proper excuse, "It's genetic dear, not a darn thing I can do about it, sorry. Have you seen my axle-puller?" O.C.A.D., "obsessive compulsive auto disorder" will finally be explained. I prolly should mention "painting of autos" but I am more obsessed with watercolor than cars.
Dusty Rhodes was a rodeo rider who lived on the far side of the Fraser in the territory of the previously mentioned, Clyde O. Skope. The only way to get across the river is by an aerial ferry contraption, which is a cage hung from cables, or a reaction ferry which uses the current, a barge and cables also.There is a bridge way up river but its a long way round and a rough road. Dusty would hitch to town or walk, do a little rodeoing where ever it was happening, buy a heap, a trunk full of liquor and head for home. The tar-paper shack musta bin cold in the winter, but plenty of stuff to burn and it being hotter than a frying pan in the summer kept him living here for a long time rent free. Since Dusty was batchin' it with only the occasional visitor of the female persuasion, he ran things sorta like a recycler without much actual recycling. Tear things apart, sort out the usables and file them accordingly....so naturally the whole property was a junkyard. I going to tell you how dusty died and its sad, I know because I worked on the new bridge a coupla years ago. There are a bunch of railway bridges across the river as two railways criss-cross the river on separate tracks. Dusty got drunk and took the railway bridge shortcut to town....unfortunately his scheduling was a little off.

6 comments:

Cara Dawn Romero said...

Poor Dusty - The painting is beautiful - so full of colors always.

Jeffrey J. Boron said...

Good one Ron...love the yarn on this piece...I always knew they would come up with a term for it!
Hey..."Train time is anytime!"

Jeffrey

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Cara, fun with the imaginato...

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Jeffrey, yes, his watch wasn't watching...

Dave B. said...

Ron,

I am trying to locate a Dusty Rhodes that was a rodeo rider in the 1940's and early 1950's. His real name was Norman E. Feighner. He was born in Poland in 1926 and came to the U.S. as a child. He lived in Wichita Falls, Texas in the late 1940's and then moved to California. Any possibility that this is the same person? Please contact me at david602@att.net

Thanks,
Dave Burkett

Dave B. said...

Ron,

I am trying to locate a Dusty Rhodes that was a rodeo rider in the 1940's and early 1950's. His real name was Norman E. Feighner. He was born in Poland in 1926 and came to the U.S. as a child. He lived in Wichita Falls, Texas in the late 1940's and then moved to California. Any possibility that this is the same person? Please contact me at david602@att.net

Thanks,
Dave Burkett