"I have some poems about going to the
outhouse. Once the outhouse door had blown open during a
blizzard and Kathy had to take a shovel in there to find the
seat. That's how bad the outhouse was. But during the
winter you did not go out and read the Free Press.
But gosh, that was a beautiful outhouse, though. I'd leave
the door open in the summer and all the sparrows would be
singing at me and the loons...they were always laughing at us."

Inhouse and Outhouse There's the sonic piped powder room, Aerosprayed and disinfected, Comfort conscious, Esquire faces groom. There's the sonic piped powder room, Telephoned and shiek injected. Then the lonely wind swept outhouse listing some and weather beaten sound effects like Loons snd ruffed Grouse  Thoughtful those who there are seaten