Michael my man, Nothing more frightening than a nude land owner shaking his stick at you. You rank with the streaker guy from England; the Forrest Gump of Nudists. My brother and I ran the Olympic arena at Delphi, but at 22 there was some likeness to the Greeks the tourists in the bleachers imagined. "My gaud, if it ain't Apollo!" I stood stoically while the girls cross country high school team passed my stone veranda one afternoon. Did you walk the green with Bobby Seale? Best, Leland Leland R. S. Torrence Leland Torrence Enterprises and the Guild 17 Vernon Court, Woodbridge, CT 06525 Office: 203-397-8505 Fax: 203-389-7516 Pager: 860-340-2174 Mobile: 203-981-4004 E-mail: [log in to unmask] www.LelandTorrenceEnterprises.com _____ From: The listserv that Ruth calls "Pluto's spider-hole." [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of [log in to unmask] Sent: Sunday, August 27, 2006 10:52 PM To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Re: [BP] Grapes of August Grapes of August I like to walk ; and I like to walk nude Its something I always did just never got much of a chance unless I was hiking in the back of the beyond . I guess it's a feeling of freedom ,sans clothes that is I once circumvented the island of Erriad (inner Hebrides ) in the nude with pimsoles and stick I did the same on the better part of a lake in North Ontario , in the buff off a white sand key in Florida , swam naked the seven sacred pools of Maui , took in bare an medieval estate in Tuscany, another in Poland , a loch in Ireland , mountains in Greece ,country roads in Brittany , a Cathedral in NYC at mid night , desert walks in Utah , and North Africa , the Catskills , parts of the Presidential's, a and if that gives me bare bragging rights, I've got more naked adventures walking than I can shake my stick at Here in deep woods Mississippi ; I have land , now having land , despite its archaic implications of greed ,gives one a sense of space and to a certain degree, .. freedom ... depending the time of day , one can roam explore nature in the natural without fear or armor and swim to your hearts content in the buff at life's pond In the years that I have lived here there is comfort in that I have never seen anyone unannounced on my land Freedom is such a fleeting thing ,the definition anyway I witnessed Chicago in 68 and Woodstock in 69 I witnessed communist jails and capitalist jails I've supped with Trump and smoked with Gins burg So when I set off nude across the horse pasture with my walking stick and trailed by my blind and deaf dog Lucy (tail going 90 to nothing ) I felt up lifted in a world of nature , Clouds white and purple , Sun hot, Mississippi is a green and lush desert of sub tropical vegetation, quiet peaceful non confrontational (unless you like religion or politics)and happily I don't I arrived at my grape arbor totally nude at about 4 o'clock having taken my Sunday swim . of different shade of grapes , I poke the leaves with my stick and expose there before me ... the grapes of summer , some are ripe and others perhaps a week to go , I eagerly pop some in my mouth and let their sweet liquid goodness melt my tongue and back of mouth in a rush of happy expectation . These are my children I have watched after since February when I cut terminal buds and talked baby talk to them.. month after month ....now I drink in its freshness and bath in its rejuvenation like child birth my grapes have arrived and I am happy I experiment going from root to root bare ass and testing each vine for its quality and select taste, I make head garlands of their leafs and don them on Lucy and I wandering blindly and together like two retirees in love , nibbling , testing sniffing for nature .The sun is hot .They say you shouldn't be out in it . The sweat and the pollen lay on my summer red skin ..Sometimes I think I will die here , just fall over into my grapes...wouldn't that be something ? headlines read: man found dead and nude in his grape arbor .what a happy ending Py -- To terminate puerile preservation prattling among pals and the uncoffee-ed, or to change your settings, go to: http://listserv.icors.org/archives/bullamanka-pinheads.html -- To terminate puerile preservation prattling among pals and the uncoffee-ed, or to change your settings, go to: <http://listserv.icors.org/archives/bullamanka-pinheads.html>