As a young boy (and even as a young teenager) it seems that I was surrounded by sheep. Lambs to be more exact. At one time, my mother had that decorative phase where she had alot of household decorations based on that theme. Here a lamb, there a stuffed lamb. Lambs and religion seem to go hand in hand as well.
It was only fitting that my one time boss had the last name of "Lambert" - a keyword I was certain to pick up on.
I had worked very hard for nearly a year. Lots of overtime, boring nights and weekends stuck as a hermit in the dimly lit confines of a music studio, and very little travel except the everyday back and forth to and from work or to the studio.
When vacation time rolled around, I had it all planned out. I would head to the Sierra-Nevada mountains and pack in as far as I could for 10 days of rest and relaxation. The trip was great and I came back refreshed. But prior to my departure, the herd had been restless. It seems Sheep World had been the talk of the shop that week and there were no goats to be found.
Now when I go on vacation, my razor usually does as well. For some odd reason, I decided that I would try to sport a beard - something that takes me 1/10 as long to grow as the average man. But I took the beard one step further - Mutton Chops! When I returned from my adventure in the mountains as Grizzly Adams, there I was with a full reddish-blonde set of mutton chops just ready for the workplace delight.
"Hey Mr. Gary. What you doing with the funny looking sideburns?" a fellow worker asked.
"Well, I figured since I'm one of the 'Lamb-Bert" crew I might as well make my vacation a tribute to the Lamb" I replied.
"When I was out there on the road, everybody that saw me knew I was one of the 'Lamb-Bert' crew."
There's no denying that this brought a whole new concept to the Goat/Sheep World chronicles. Soon, whoever was able and willing to grow mutton chops was doing it. But I think they got sort of confused when I suddenly went back to my clean shaven self.
"What happened Mr. Gary? You not lambing it anymore?
"No" I replied. "I just got tired of scratching for fleas!"
