Here is a stain-glass momento to my mom who on her 75th birthday beat the crap out of a snake (probably a garden snake) that crawled up the hill supposedly because the DJ was pumping-out bewitching rhythums. I will never forget that day...her in her Chinese dress,
picking up a broom and chasing the snake back down the hill. The phone and hill on fire represent all the phone solicitor and junk mail snakes that constantly deluge her with emotional blackmail pleas to spend her hard earned money on their pie in the sky crap. So, it's quite appropriate that she chased that snake. Gusty lady my mom.
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