I’ve been a fan of  Bardawolf from my earliest days here on FA. Nobody is better at drawing homes, businesses, neighborhoods, and vehicles which embody “Americana” of the 1950s & 60s. So when I decided to have somebody draw Lester and Lydia’s geodesic dome house, I knew immediately who I wanted.

This sketch depicts a scene from my story, “Moore Than Enough”. Roy and his lady friend, Sarah, have driven from Chicago to visit Roy’s old Army pal, Lester Moore and his wife, Lydia. The Moores live in a geodesic dome designed and built by Lester, located in a rural area outside of Duluth, Minnesota. Lester is a beaver and was intrigued by the dome concept and its resemblance to a wild beaver lodge.

Timid-Wolf has done a tremendous job, rendering this exactly as I imagined and then some. The details on the garage, the rough-hewn power pole, the ornamental plants, and the woods in the background are all touches that far exceeded my expectations. Then there is the wonderful accuracy of Lester’s 1945 International Harvester pickup truck and Roy’s 1949 Ford.

Please fave the original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54579765/ and, while you’re at it, have a look at the other wonderful drawings in Bardawolf’s gallery.

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Moore Than Enough
April 1952


“Lester said to look for a dirt road with a mailbox that has three red reflectors on it,” said Roy.

Sarah laughed, “So we’re going from a gravel road to a dirt road. What next? Mud? Wait! I think I see it!”

Sure enough, the mailbox was there on the left as advertised. Roy turned his car onto the one-lane road. “I hope we don’t meet up with somebody coming from the opposite direction,” said the bear.

“Who else could possibly be this far outside of Duluth?” wondered Sarah.

The visitors bounced across the washboard ruts crossing the so-called road for nearly a quarter mile. Roy swerved once to avoid a feral squirrel who dashed across the road in front of them. Finally, the trees opened up and the road emerged into a clearing that surrounded the home of Lester and Lydia Moore.

The geodesic dome looked every bit like a half-buried soccer ball painted a pleasing shade of green. Gravel had been poured to form a driveway from the point where the road came out of the trees to a more traditional box-shaped garage. A battered, wartime International Harvester pickup truck was parked in front of the garage. Roy parked his Ford next to the pickup and killed the car’s engine. Bear and lynx stepped out of the vehicle, stretching with relief after the long drive.

The front door of the dome opened. Lydia Moore waddled out faster than Roy thought possible for such a stout female.

“Eeeee!” the beaver squealed with delight. “Sarah, it’s so good to see you again!”

Roy smiled broadly at the female reunion taking place at his side, then looked up to see his old Army pal step outside.

“Hey, you found us,” said Lester as he extended a paw in greeting.

“Well, I had a good navigator with me,” said Roy as he squeezed Lester’s hand.

Lester peered around his bulky friend and grinned. “Sarah Sarah Carrara! It’s a good thing you came along to show this bear the way. I’m going to have to tell you about this one time Roy got lost in Italy.”

Roy went on the defensive. “I wasn’t ‘lost’ exactly,” he said.

Lester continued, “I mean this village had a half dozen streets at most.”

“There were lots more than that,” said Roy. “They were narrow and winding. There was no way to tell what direction you were facing.”

“You boys!” interrupted Lydia with a hug to the big bear. “You can tell us your Army stories over dinner.”


Excerpt from Long Division book II: The Storm and reprinted in the Lester Moore compilation Beaver Damn! Lester Moore Tales. Both volumes are available in paperback and electronic form at LD-Books.com. NOTE: These books contain content for mature readers, age 18 and up only.