Ron man of letter
"Dirty" Ron(dog) Wandover
Sometime dabbler in 'arse poetica' and former pick-up comp. instructor, Ron is a self-styled renaissance man, whose other vocation - body surfing the cosmic plasma - is second only to his need for regular contact with green leafy substances.
He is the senior member of the crew (not in brainpower, but in canine years), originally from Seattle, WA. He writes at times, plays drums with sticks made of human shinbone, and practices secret caffeine-induced tantric rituals with the local fauna. All belongs to Shakti!
A mensch if you need one, known to lift heavy objects with ease and precision (or is that with wheeze and derision?) Someone you'd like to meet for chicken wings and Mountain Dew, but preferably not in a dark alley.
1963 ragtop, robin's egg blue. Some rust and bondo,
has a good interior.
Good service records. Oil's been changed every three thousand
Clear trannie fluid. Recent shocks. The speedometer
I found and lost what I thought was love in this falcon.
Sold fuller brushes in Buffalo & got the car impounded
Did time in the mills outside of Culver City
The radiator was replaced in the winter of '80
New battery, clutch cable, drive line & bearings.
Went to my mother's funeral to break it in -
Got plenty of tread left on the white walls
Had to sleep in her once when the unemployment ran out.
She rips through the air like a talon
She'll take you where you need to go,
Better than most - not what I'd call flashy.
An original classic from Corpus Christi,