"I can see the face of Jesus in the picture on the front page," he said.

I didn't talk to the caller, but he was referring to a photo of wheat pouring out of a combine in a field north of McCook.

Someone else said they saw the face of the Devil, and I won't repeat what I said I thought I saw.

I remember supposed faces of deity turning up in reflections from bumper, a cheese sandwich and a tortilla, but I have yet to see a copy of our front page photo on eBay.

I have often been asked to publish a "blurb," but cowboy poet Baxter Black was the only one I can recall who asked for an actual "blurb," officially defined as "some words of praise accompanying a creative work, usually referring to the words on the back of the book."

In exchange, I received what became my favorite coffee cup, a heavy one with a thick handle that broke off the other day, causing it to smash into a dozen pieces in the sink.

I can't wait until Baxter asks for another blurb.