Marcello Portrait Unveiled

Hey Gang! Welcome to the Silverhorn!! So, what do you think of the latest picture of Marcello, the Chief Garden Gnome here at the Lodge. We're pretty proud of it and in fact, we have plastered it all over the


Marcello's pic comes to us courtesy of one of the newer members of the Silverhorn Lodge, who goes by the name Vasilliodo, which sounds pretty darn artistic, and matches his ability. There is nothing like having an Italian renaissance Artist on staff, right now he is outside painting the ceiling of one of the new, spacious, clean, deep, Silverhorn Lodge Outhouses. He is very versatile. We even have a sign over the door, "The Pisstine Chapel" it's sure to draw a crowd.

Like all good artists, Vasilliodo is a little tempermental. For example, while he was sketching Marcello from life he complained that the little fellow wouldn't hold still...now remember...Marcello is a 3 foot tall cement garden gnome...

Marcello is still enjoying his new celebrity status, and in fact has turned into quite the prima donna, insisting that he will no longer stand on real grass, we had to buy some astro turf for him. He's also not too keen on posing for pics with the other Silverhorn Gnomes, insisting on top star billing. Ordinarily, I would just stand him in the shed and forget about him for awhile, but, he might become famous, so I have to suck up, at least until I see what happens.

Speaking of Marcello, I apologize for leaving so soon, but I have to go give him a bath and a massage.....then he wants me to read him a story....

Has anyone heard how Hoppy the runaway Kangaroo is getting on in Ireland? I haven't heard a word for a few days, I hope no news is good news. Go Hoppy!!

A Scottish guest here at the Silverhorn Lodge strolled into the Silverhorn Lodge Lounge last night. I was tending bar, and as he came up to the bar I noticed he had a steering wheel stuck down the front of his pants. "Hey," I said, "What's with the steering wheel down your pants?" "Ach," says the Scotsman, "It's drivin' me nuts!"

Well, I hate to leave good company but I have to go fluff up Marcello's pillow!

"The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work." - Emile Zola