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 "Daddy?" "Yes, Sweetheart." "Is there life on Mars?" "I don't know." "How about Venus: "Not a clue." "What about The Big Dipper?" "I have no idea, but I hear Mom calling curfew." "I don't wanna!" "I'll tell her that." "Oh, O.K."

  Half-filled glasses sit on the table Orange contrast on snapdragon  Windchimes Dulcet tones fade into dreams It is their last stand

 Dandelion salad you say? As long as the leaves are picked small and are well washed, I'll eat it. The thing about dandelions is they are the cockroach of plants. Once they are established in a landscape, nothing short of nuclear warfare will get rid of them. They are amongst the first plants to grow after a controlled burn. And because puffball seed heads, a plant's prodigy can spring up several miles from its origin.  I learned a lot about Dandelions and other foraging plants from a teacher named Snow Bear. He is an old Hippie who adopted many of the old Cherokee ways. He taught which were medicine and which made good seasoning. He also taught me which woods are good for fire and which were toxic to burn (Rhododendron and Azalea). Over the years, I've taken a dozen of his classes and each time I come away with something new about the nature and woods around me.  I'm not going to be able to attend, but he is doing classes at  EarthSkills  in October. Maybe in the sprin

  In a boiler room in The Unorganized Territory of Fort Snelling, MN Rnnng! Good Evening, and thank you for calling Devil's Quill Communications, the eternal source for life detriment. My name is Sam Mudd. How may I serve you today? You are running for political office and need to make your opponent look like he came from Hell? All politicians come from Hell and get sent back from time to time. What is the name? Oh, yes. He got recycled from our Greed department. It seems he was too good at his job, so the boss sent him back topside. Oh, you didn't believe Reincarnation is real? It is. In fact, you, yourself are a reject from our Lust department, Loverboy. You liked tasting the goods too much. We tried transferring you to Petty Revenge, but obviously, it didn't work since we are having this conversation now. Me? I'm all right. Don't you worry about me. I built up enough cred in the Lincoln Affair to keep me out of the loop a while longer.  Anyway, I'll put this

The white marks slip  one by one by one into the dark mist.  Another trip into the drama.  What would it be this time? Weed? Liquor? Leave her behind for the other one? An opportunity cost from one girl to the other But there is a tie there Something in the wake of her smile Strong  Karmic Familial How far back did their trees cross? The driveway The door The knock. "Why are you here?" She got me again.

 Hey, Boss. Have you seen Chris? Why?  I need him to go to Newport Beach for a client. I'll go.  Nah, I need you to go to Monterrey. I got to go through Big Sur to get their, tight? Yes. Sure.