I adore Dutch Boy.

She's like the milk on your cereal. You know the cereal choice might change from day to day or year to year but the milk...... the milk just makes or breaks the experience. It's just there. You count on it.

But the day you go to get the jug and someone took it? They drank your milk and didn't even have the courtesy to tell you about it after the fact.? You're be bitter. Big time bitter. I'd be careful if I did that to someone.

The hell with it...... truthfully, I just like seeing her leaning against the fridge door. That, in it's purest form, is Burningman for me.

Hoochie Mama.

here. hold this bottle rocket for me.

Dutch Boy is not actually Dutch or a boy, but she is still sweet like a Dutch Baby and hot like a Dutch Oven, and... um... she is not a ghost like the flying Dutchman or... or a gangster like Dutch Schultz... um...
And she is helpful to everyone like Dutch Boy paint!

Yesh.

How do I feel about Dutch Boy? Mostly warm & fuzzy, but with a cold, damp spot near my left hip that I can't explain.

I gave her her playa name, ya know. About her real name . . . it fit Suzanne Sommers on Three's Company, but it's just too fucking femm, and it doesn't fit!

But really, she was an awesome first-year Burning Man volunteer for the Lamplighters when I needed all the good help I could get.

I LOVE YOU DUTCH BOY! (in a platonic straight-man - gay-woman kinda way)

You RAWK!!!

- Retro