HENNY PENNY THE SKY IS FALLING

I don't know what to say .
the sky IS falling, but the leaves are falling first. they are so beautiful here in seattle.
i spent the day yesterday with a young man OLD friend, Yohannan Rempt. We go pretty far back.
I remember his first appearance in my life as the djembe drummer from the northwest....around the plaza of nations in Kailua-Kona HI. That was in......96?

The thing I appreciate about the richness of this friendship, among others closely resembling one of this nature, is lack of precedent for DTRs. It's never needed. We hang when we can, and when we don't, we forget that we're not, until the next time we can. And it's always good times.

We threw frisbees yesterday at Jule Park (is that right?) in the redmond area. Gopher piles of dirt in a minefield spattered down the green, I was enlightened on a story of a friend of his. Apparently they had some real trouble gettin rid of those digggers in the yard. Dad had tried everything in his might to get rid of em. Dynamite, rat poison, lewers, whoppers, choppers, cloppers, and duhickeys. those dirtpiles never did quit showin up. so one day he wakes up....walks down the stairs to the breakfast table, the family waitin around sayin their prayers and packing their lunches and whatnot (this is the part that i'd like to imagine). looks out to the yard like he's hopin to see nothing under the christmas tree, and sure enough, the yard looks like a stalemated round of othello.

storms for the garage and weilding his welding kit trounces out through the screen door to the scene of these hideous crimes, the kids' faces pressed to the glass with honey bunches of oats flavored milk trickling down their chins. down goes the wand into the first hole he reaches, and lefty loosey on the acetylene nob, for a good 2-3 minutes. Kids thought dad was havin a sord fight with them critters....with a car toy...or A cartoy makin toy.

pulls out a match from his left pocket....strike, drop,
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

dad flies back 15 feet and geysers of inferno shoot 30 feet in the air, from EVERY hole in the yard, AND every trail beneath the surface of the sod. It looks to me like something that should have been in The Last Crusade...true gauntlet material. The penatent man is on the ground, passing, gas....to boot.

a story like this couldn't be made up.