No one yet has said “Stop!”, so I’ll keep messing with these audio files.
This one is from awhile ago, for my Dad, Edward Michael McDonnell, Jr. who passed. He grew up here in the Front Range in the twenties and thirties, slipping off to join the Navy to fight in the South Pacific. He must have liked it dry as well. When he returned after the war, he moved to another very dry place, never to return to Colorado.