Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Forty One of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my child likes Arabian horses and the smell of hay. It craves Kariat El Fingan yo-yos and makes cute little sounds at the first sight of a picnic basket. Baby has an uncanny ability to don't ask and tell all over the watermelon seeds. We both like strandsols in our sandcastles. This issue inspects the top kill. It is filled with garlic bread and real butter. Add to that, a group of poets walking through hot coals, space warp music and a ballistic book review and you've got the possibility for a senic Route 66. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll never think of banana splits in the same way. Or root beer. Either way, you'll long to be a blues guitar cord. So hopalong cassidy and get busy...