Review of
Muddled Meanderings in an Outhouse Number
2,
by Bob Ross
Five out of five stars
Ode to a once ubiquitous necessity
When I was
growing up, both of my grandparents had outhouses, and since I spent
significant time there, I have all-season experiences in making the round trip.
Using it was just what we did when we had to. In both cases, they were simple
shanties, roughly the size of a closet.
While most of
them were of this type, there were others that were more elaborate, the ones I
find most amusing are those that were two stories high. Such an arrangement
seemed to serve no purpose as the saving of space would be minimal.
Each of the entries
is a combination of a short segment of verse with an image of an outhouse. Most
of the poems are quite good, they are truly odes to what was once everywhere
and now is almost nonexistent. While they are humorous, in some cases the
reader will likely not appreciate the joke if they have not used an outhouse as
they were intended.
The last
generation that can appreciate the humor of outhouse references will soon be
gone. This book is a legacy of what once was and hopefully will never be again.
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