> -----Original Message-----
> From: Met History
> Sent: Friday, August 09, 2002 11:07 PM
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> Subject: from a short story by vodka-breath....
> 
> 
> You realize that 
> the brook down the road that you have always been meaning to 
> investigate--you realize that if you don't visit it this very 
> morning that you might not make it there. 

Mary Claire and I went to the brook down the road yesterday. She has
always wanted to walk in the brook for its length, across the
erosion-scoured bedrock, among the granite boulders, but her mother
would not let her..."slippery rocks, urban pestilence and disease, etc.,
etc." On our Thursday-last bicycle ride (our last Thursday afternoon
meeting of the summer...school resumes today), we vowed to return this
weekend.

So we did. We walked the whole thing. And mom was not upset. Such are
the wages of sustained drought. Nary a toe was wet, not a drop rushed.
Occasional limpid pools of gasping fish and waterbugs darting on a sheen
of urban rainbow are all that remain.

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Dan Becker,  Exec. Dir.     "What's this? Fan mail
Raleigh Historic             from some flounder?"
Districts Commission         - Bullwinkle J. Moose
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