In A Battle Of Wits, I Consider You Unarmed
Well, howdy and hello to all you fine folks nursing your morning coffee or evening cocoa. It's me, Glenn Blamstead, your friendly neighborhood fool with a mustache that looks like it lost a bet with a caterpillar. If you've stuck with my stories so far—from the pie-in-the-face disaster at the Mora Muskrat Festival to the









