In message , Grimly
Curmudgeon writes
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember robgraham
saying something like:

The mind as you can well imagine
goes into neutral and the question arose as to how barges crossed in
the old days when there was only one path for the horse and draw
rope? Anyone know ?

You never seen a horse swim?

No - I've seen a horse fly, though

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geoff