Friday, March 03, 2006

 

Once, as a child, before a trip to the lake, I collected a sturdy black ant, and a gurthy red one. I placed them in a used pill bottle filled three quarters to the top w/ water. I watched them all the way there, and pledged that the winner would go free. I watched and watched. They swam and paddled and fought, and plunged momentarily. when we pulled into the sandy parking lot, one had died. I immediately got out of the car and liberated the other. He was red. I've always loved the red ants.

Today,I can only smell oatmeal. Everywhere I go it smells like oatmeal. Its maddening. In the beginning I found it pleasant. I'd always loved the smell. Made me think of home. But now - I walk through the industrial district and all I smell is oatmeal. No sulphur burning my nasal passages. No phosphorous burning my lungs. nuthin', just oatmeal.

consequently, I've taken a dislike to quakers, but can you blame me?

-Ned Foskey

posted by Hog 4:38 PM