Can anyone tell me what happened to the Morning crew on GWR? I go away for a bit and when I come back there gone and replaced by a pair of wazzers!

Coordinate term: lamboys

But I’m oblig’d each day to roam Many a furlong from my home, And cry, good luck, whene’er I pick From off the ground a single stick; Or, in some long and rutty lane, I find by chance a single grain.

Preaching in such an environment would seem to be easy, and Willimon could claim success by following the advice not to scare the horses.