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We don’t know how you do it, Boise, how you keep hiding up there in Idaho with so few people recognizing how cool you are. You must all spend several months before the Tour de Fat plotting and planning about how you’re going to group up together and come out in mass and make that lone Saturday in August one of the best days imaginable for the entire country. We, Andrew and Evan P at least, stand in awe of your ability to have a great time and for it we thank you whole-heartedly.
Perhaps then it goes without saying that things went swimmingly in Boise. Your Wolverine Farm Publishing correspondents (though we were very hot standing and talking and engaging in our period-correct, Goodwill-procured wool vests and wool socks and wool caps and wool ties) walked amongst some of America’s greatest folks and let them know how much we appreciated being in their city and they in turn told us about how much they liked what we were writing and making and selling. We are sorry again about the Postal Service glitch that unfortunately kept us from showing you the newest issue of Boneshaker, but we rest assured knowing that you will enjoy the copies of Matter you picked up and looked at raptly and happily purchased, along with those patches you bought and promised to sew onto your bags and clothes and siblings.
Idaho, your secret is not at all safe with us because we leave your capitol city singing your praises loudly in all directions and can hardly wait to return. Thank you much for your onions, potatoes, fruit, and hospitality. Be well, Boise, and Fort Collins, we’ll see you soon enough!
Next stop- the Fort.
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