A collection of columns which were written for Denver's ""step-dog heirloom"", the Rocky Mountain Herald, and which account for the fact why Thomas Hornsby Ferril hates Thursdays. These provide an ambling, associative commentary on everything from old automobiles, flowers, blacksmithing, limericks, packrats, tourists, to .22 rifles, cosmetics, rattlesnakes, Dumbarton Oaks, the war, art, people. There's a gentle humor here but also a very quiet seriousness; there's a level point of view, whether aimed at personal, local, or international questions; a tolerance as well as a thoughtfulness, a simplicity which makes for the apt point rather than the neat phrase. For his following, which is largely western.