RECOLLEXION

Confluence, part Two.

It was the hottest darn day of the

year and here we were travelling

in a station wagon with no Air

conditioning...South!

Oh! Wait! That's the story of

every vacation i took as a child.

All=right, half the vacations.

{Start again}

I was sitting on a park bench

outside the local Barbecue joint

waiting for Dancer & her dafter.

They had trouble finding the place

becos i hadn't really sent them good

instructions. OR rather, i hadn't

sent them any instruxions at all!

Very bad on me as the host of such

a grand confluence. Less=the=never

i knew their car when it pulled into

the parking lot & they knew me just

by looking. We sat together under

a large umbrella waiting also for the

Queen of Pointlessness---and talkt

a blue streak at each other. (there

is something Exceptional about

having a real live conversation with

peoples you have simply met

line=on...it has the cachet of

Celebrity without the awkwardness

of speaking to total strangers.)

Dancer talkt the Queen to our

location via cell=fone [which i do

not advise or endorse]. At which point

the reader may ask,"did all this really

happen?" To which i reply,"Could

i make this up, Hans?"

{start again} They were four geeks

bearing gifts. Four differentiated

individuals coming togethre on a whim,

flying in the collectif faces of the noon

time crowd. The bright sunshine belied

their hidden agendas; for it was a

neoclassical clash of Humanity with

Technology. Who was real and what

would they say? Would there truly be

a cat=fight over the tall & elegant

Captain Wide? And where was Vince,

the legendary and loquacious ART

HISTORY vampire?? Crud! That was

an episode of Buffy meets Xena!

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{especial restart:}

We ain't stalkers, we're just talkers.

Only the digital pictures can tell the

real story. It was the hugs & the

smooches, the over=riding lafter.

WE finisht our barbecue and ice cream

lunch, and a lovely couple at the next

table stoppt us on the way to the

cashier~~"I've never heard so much

laughter in one place recently...", the

wife said. I told her without much irony,

"We've all just met." The husband

added information about their age

difference [5 years]. I asked him,"What

took you so long to propose?" The

wife chimed in,"He was in the War..."

{God bless all the Veterans} That

couple has 50 years together and they

were extraordinary Witnesses to the

confluence of Glowers. Mumsy, Mae,

Flo & the Slac took in the nearly

vacant environs of the faer=grounds,

posed for digital images and rode off

in all directions. The man in the blue

car with the dog did not quite notice

History in the Making. But he was

pleasant enough. 'Twas ever thus.

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Did it happen? OR, was it all a dreme?

Define your terms. [starting with 'it']

All i know for sure is that, if Mumsy &

Floralillia tell you that they're coming to

meet you, these girls are the serious and

there is no place to hide. And why would

you hide any=way? The love, the lafter,

the earnestness will wash over you like

a tide of horse=shoe crabs. OR maybe

brood X cicadas. Trust me~~i was there.

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5/26/2004 What a difference a day makes

weatherwise. Yesterday was as b'ful a

day as any confluence could muster;

today was cold, grey & just plain blah.

It's raining now. Well, at least the water

should be good for my tomaters & such.

It was kinda spooky going back to werk

so soon after the ephemeral Visitation;

almost like they were two different days

in two different centuries or something.

And you thot ding-dang dell pooters

wouldn't alter consciousness. OR at

least i didn't think so... Any=way,

I'm off to check my e=mail for wedding

pictures [HINT*HINT] and other schtuff.

And take the Glow Road wherever &

whoever it leads me. Quote me but

don't Denote me~~El Capitan, widely