hobble-de-hoys, nincompoops, bumpkins, and clod-hoppers

Your city boy is a kind of super-boy, a born sceptic, lord of the streets; and it is quite natural that he should have a huge contempt for hobble-de-hoys, nincompoops, bumpkins, and clod-hoppers, as he nicknames country boys. Your country boy looks down immeasurably and with justice on the city boys; for he is lord of the fields and forests; he knows all about horses, and is on friendly terms with the beasts of the field; he can crack a whip and has under his dominion all the treasures of the earth, from willow-switches to ripe poppy-heads.

Intimate Things - Karel Čapek

In at Andrew's Landing, Out at Bridge 24.

Hope to Paddle the Crooked Kickapoo on Tuesday

Reflections of Milwaukee

Lux Living

City Sister is so happy she's not living in Sty Town. However, she does appreciate Jeffrey's photo of the projects in Washington Heights. He's doing that County Mouse/City Mouse (comocimo) thing, too. Bopping back and forth between the borough and the coulee.

City Sister

I am happy in my country home.

There I have nuts and good water.

And I do not have to run for my life.

Good day, I am going home."

And the country mouse ran home
as fast as she could.


I'm mostly a City Sister at heart but find that I'm quite happy in my country home, too.