/// The Story of Saltay
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At the bottom of this card, which you can't see on this page, is the name 'Salty', apparantly meant to be assigned to this particular, seafaring troll. One of the in-jokes Yos and I have shared for years (and now seem ready to pass on to you) is the tale of 'sssssaltay'. One lazy afternoon, Carol (mother of Yos) asked if we'd like some scrambled eggs. Hungrily, we replied in the positive and moments later, the said eggs were delivered. Now, don't get me wrong.. Carol's an excellent chef and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.. but to say these things were salty would be an understatement. Something just happened that night.. she may've accidentally dropped a shaker in the mix, who knows... but those eggs were saltier than the saltiest salt lick. Seconds later, Joe and I exchanged glances following our first bites and the first words from my mouth would forever go down in history. 'ssssssaltay.'
Since then, we've begun calling her the "Salty Momma," a name which has now been adopted by the friends of Joe's younger brother, Tom. The house is no longer referred to as the Winchester's home, it's now been dubbed "La Casa Del Saltay." That's why this troll card is so important to me. Kind of a long winded way of getting to that point. Click the large image above to pop up the full-size, uncropped photo in a new window. You can navigate your way around the other photos in this section by clicking the thumbnails underneath this text. Or, if you prefer, you can go back to the index page by putting your browser's "back" button to use. That, or you can click right here. 
ON THE LEFT: The first link will take you to Good Morning Heartache, the ongoing web project of my buddy Yos, who played a large part in the above story. Second, since there is a troll sailing a boat on this page (!), I've linked us up to the official Troll Manufacturer's Website. Enjoy. The last link lets you know about another kind of troll, the kind that you want to flog. |
