From Heavy Metal To Heavy Machinery

The buckskinned hunter perched on his canoe in the middle of the dense pool of glass the Indians call Hyeah Hyeah Kowa Gum Ipso Gitcheegooma (translated: Lake Of The Stinking Heaps Of Coyote Dung Which Have The Aroma Of Buffalo Chips In The Sweltering Summer Sun). The hunter was pleased to have escaped the rock V roll circus long enough to savor his farm in Michigan’s north country. (Please turn page.)