It was in 1971 that Barney challenged her to begin the Nebraska Turd Bird venture. His horse furnished the raw material…
…Halina died and no one knows it. Other than me and Ted, a couple of care workers and a few friends. There’s no service, no memorial. Halina’s ashes will be tossed to sea by some hired company who takes care of that sort of thing. This is my way of remembering Halina, and letting people know that she lived, and that, in spite of my mixed feelings about her, I did love her.
Cowboy Joe, who had worked with me for years repairing furniture, detested cats – Mitten, more than most. Joe was straightforward and down to earth. Mitten had an attitude—she was QUEEN! The cowboy and the cat formed an edgy relationship.
In the northwest corner of our Winnetoon Village Park is the City Jail. It was built along the railroad tracks and rarely used. Over the years the shingles blew off and neglect took hold.
In the heart of the World’s Only Winnetoon Boardwalk Back in Time is Privy Path.