A Tale of the Wild Wild West

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, a young boy named Davy lived in the old west. Davy was a pleasant young lad who was liked wherever he went. The only problem was he never went anywhere. Well, one day when he was about sixteen, he noticed a small zit on the middle of his forehead. He dabbed it with a little antiseptic and, forgetting all about it, went off to enjoy life, happy as a clam. (I should mention here that I have been contacted by the International Clam Council, or I.C.C., who inform me that clams are not, in fact, happy at all. Clem Clam, their President and Spokesclam, points out that clams are "bivalve mollusks who live in sand or mud and never see the light of day until some busybody digs them up and proceeds to EAT them as a snack." In the circumstances, I apologize to all clams and assure them that from now on I will clam up on the subject.) And now back to our s...