After three weeks of near paralyzing pain in my lumbar spine, it has finally let up and allowed me to get some things done without wanting to cry like a baby. I cleaned some briar in anticipation of the Box Pass coming my way and decided to accentuate the blob on my surviving cob with a pair of eyeballs. I've named him Willie Maize...get it? Sounds better than "Anthropomorphization of Cob Via Ocular Placement in Relation to Surface Blemish." I call him Bill.