
By Johnny Caryopsis
Pussy willows have always been one of the great
harbingers of spring in Manitoba. I can remember, as a kid,
going down to the creek, armed with my trusty pen knife, and
cutting stems of pussy willows to bring home to my mom. I'd
catch heck for going near the creek during the spring
run-off, with its high waters, getting my boots all muddy
and my socks soaked, but I'd get a hug for the pussy
willows, too. And I'd get something special for lunch.
So, my first thoughts about doing an article on
pussy willows brought back happy memories. I wallowed in
these for some time, then decided not to get too maudlin and
to let sleeping stories lie. Instead, I talked to the guys
at NNZ and asked if I could philosophize a bit about the
internet (And we reluctantly agreed to
turn him loose - the editors.), as well as put
together some information about pussy willows.
By now you may have surmised where this is going, so be warned.
Yes, I'm going to talk about freedom of speech, access to information
and responsible publication! If you want to go straight to the information
on pussy willows, click here.
If you've got a few minutes and want to read my tirade, then carry on.
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