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Some random shots from a visit to see Chelsea's dad last September.  He lives in and runs a small bike shop
in a tiny town on the Montana border called Clark Fork.  He built the bike you see in the last photo (click any to
enlarge).

It's crazily beautiful up in that neck of the nation, I recommend a visit there if you ever get a chance.  Plus, there
is an ice cream stand in the nearby town of Sandpoint called Dubs that serves the largest ice cream cones I've
ever seen in my life. 

Turnbuckle Talk with the American Starship Eagle

Well kiddos, your Uncle Starship Eagle is well on his way back to the stroke house, but I have to be honest, it
would not have been possible without support of the Starship-Eagle Maniacs out there.   Thus, I thought that I
would take a moment to share a few of the notes that I received, which helped your old pal wade past the corn
in the bowels of life.

Pierre Babaganush writes,

Dear Mr. Eagle: First let me start by saying that I share your pain.  In 2003, I had a testicle injury; well, it was
move of a removal.  I grew up in a small dairy town in southeast New Mexico, where my life was relegated to
teat squeezing and Sunday school (I was pretty proficient in both), so although Jesus was in my heart, the
Devil was tap dancing on my loins.   One night after vacation bible school, a couple us craft instructors went
out for supper and the next thing you know, we are all hopped up on the fire water.   Luckily, one of the guys
lived within walking distance, so we stumbled on over to his place.  Well, the drinks kept flowing and before
too long we had an elephant walk going that would make any fraternity jealous.   Suddenly, my friend began
to call himself Master Travis and us his slaves.  To make a long story short, he talked us slaves into do-
nating our testicles for "the last meal of the righteous few."   After a few box blade swipes, Master Travis had
a zip lock full of nards and a pound of hushpuppie mix.  Honestly, I look back on that day with nothing but
regret; however, I try to push those thoughts deep into the recesses of my brain to survive.   Thus, I just
wanted to let you know although you junk is mangled; you can still live on.  – Pierre Babaganush

Although this nardless fool had his balls bathed in hushpuppie mix, he has a point: balls don't make the man;
it's how he wields his dick throughout the rest of his life that matters.   True, so true, my friend you are so very
wise.

Here is another letter of inspiration – this one is from Lenny Poffo:

Dear American Starship Eagle, I just wanted to say that you provide the model of what is pure in humanity.  
Normally I find life to be an enigma wrapped in a riddle, shrouded in mystery, and stuffed inside a turkey,
but your tale has set it out so clearly for me.   Thank you for showing me that there are really no reasons to
stop fighting for what you love.  Damn it, I am going to get out of these shackles and back to Thailand.   
– Lenny

Well, Lenny is now tossing frisbees with the children of Heaven, and I know this much: I am proud to have
reached his soul.   I would just like to thank him, Pierre and all of the other great folks that helped your pal get
back on the horse(s) … diamonds are forever, and so is Uncle Starship Eagle.

    

    

Total B.S.

               

The truly great thing about living in an area with so many awesome musical acts, is eventually they get bored
writing new material and touring the world and decide they want to form a Bob Seger cover band.  It makes
total sense if you really think about it.  So ultimately you end up with some dudes from Comets on Fire and
Drunk Horse and Harold Ray: Live in Concert performing a bunch of early-era Bob Segar Sound System songs
and though this all probably started as a drunken idea it totally fuckin' rips.

Keep an eye on their myspace page for upcoming live dates, in the event you ever want to have a really good
time.

(Click on the photos to enlarge; oh, and in that 5th picture, I know it looks a bit confusing but that's cause Ryan
from The Mothballs jumped on the stage and got all tangled up with Jason Morgan and I'm pretty sure the end
result was an unwanted pregnancy)

  

My apologies to all four of my readers for the lack of updates - the screen on my old computer broke so I've been
purchasing and switching over to a new machine this past month.  Anyways...

I know I posted a few photo journal entries of digital photos taken on our trip to Thailand last summer, but I just re-
cently realized that I totally forgot to post the regular ol' film photos I took.  So here are a few of the highlights...
(click on images to enlarge)

           

           

        


Also: More to come soon from our favorite wrestling correspondent Anerican Starship Eagle once he gets back
from his tour of Burmese Cobra Pit Fighting tournaments.  And there may be some additional contributions from
my man Falfe Metal if he can put down the bong long enough to piece together a few sentences.