Whut, Whut, Car-din-als!

Two things from the state of Arkansas captured my attention as a journalism student back at the University Formerly Known as Northeast. The first was John Robert Starr, clinching a K-Bar knife in his teeth squatting atop a turned over Gazette paper rack. The second, only slightly more sane, was Otus the Head Cat.

As the person to whom folks who don't read ALL the way to the end may be calling (at least for the next few weeks), no, we're not changing the Hog Call to the Cardinal Tweet and you can't find that "Brand New Look" link on ArkansasRazorbacks.com. Although, the one angle Otus forgot was Bobby Petrino's former mascot was . . . . but I digress.

Dead or alive, Otus is one of those great weekend guilty past times of leisurely newspaper reading. It is wholly a pleasure to soak in the Kalakan wisdom; although, I am somewhat distressed at the lack of reliable humidity pod forecasting this year.