tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76561007282745347082011-04-21T12:42:43.103-07:00Warren Pryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03301900357678714656noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656100728274534708.post-71294633352160813052008-06-02T05:40:00.000-07:002008-06-02T05:56:53.616-07:00<strong>Cedar Creek</strong> is a little girl on her way to Sunday School. She has bows on her patent leather shoes and her blond hair in a pony tail. The <strong>Saint Joseph River</strong> is an older brother: strong, steady and trustworthy. When your car battery is dead in the middle of winter, he will have jumper cables in his Ford F 150. The <strong>Saint Mary's River</strong> has baggage. She was abused and neglected. She will invite you to lunch, show up late, order the steak and cheesecake, then stick you with the check. The <strong>Maumee River</strong> is your best friend's cousin who dropped out of high school, memorized Gray's Anatomy while in the county jail for possession, and splits his time between small motor repair and organic farming.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656100728274534708-7129463335216081305?l=clarkandwilsonart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warren Pryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03301900357678714656noreply@blogger.com0