I was seriously tempted—"John, you could fit that—in the back of your Brat.  (!)"

      But . . . no. She's in there, and she's in there for a reason:

      It took me a couple of days—to get this:

      Wow—just, wow. This is the deck of an old "Red Green Regatta" entry.  This is the deck, that made the center of the front page, of The Newsminer.

      I felt (a little) comforted—that she would be purposed, thusly, and "forever. . . ."  (I was VERY sensitive/in tune, with the passage of time, and its effects, on this trip.  (. . .)

      A Man and His Horse

      This is Bob.  Bob is about the coolest, low-key, steady guy, well . . . ever.  It was awesomely cool, to see him again.  :) :) I asked the horse-dudette, "Hey, why the long face?"

      I don't think, either of them got that.

      ( :) ;) )

      After I had "finished," this entire page—I came to realize, I had forgotten a MAJOR piece. . . .

      I'm not sure if this fits "here" (In fact, I rather suspect it doesn't.)—but, she's got to go "somewhere. . . ."

      I stopped by the house, of where a friend of mine used to live.  I had no idea, if she'd still be there.  She was; she was VERY glad to see me; and we had, one of the most enjoyable conversations—possibly of my entire life.

       :) :)

      But what made this bit amazing was. . . .  We kept having one extraordinary coincidence, after another.  She mentioned a–long buried–reference, to William Blake, in "Revolutionary Girl Utena"—and I showed her a book, obtained at the "Burough Mall" (i.e. the dump) ( :) :P :p ;) ) not five days ago—of Blake's poetry, which contained said poem.  Then, her roommate (who, incidentally, is FROM where I now live (~Boston)), just–off the cuff–described a movie, I had been looking for, for over 20 YEARS—"The Laughing Policeman," with Walter Matthau. . . .

      Okay, now here is where, things get . . . weird.

      I explained to her, that I was working with ways, of "bypassing time"—that is, sending "classical information," faster than the speed of light.  She responded, with the most EXTRAORDINARY suggeston, that–the reason I was encountering so many incredible coincidences . . . was because, I had succeeded in my experiments . . . in the future.  I just can't get that, out of my head.

      I have learned—one just has to deal, with one EXTRAORDINARY coincidence after another, in Alaska (like me running into a former dishwasher, at Hoolihans; a woman, enlisting the services of the baby doctor, that delivered her—from Elmira, New York (!!))— but "even for Alaska" . . . this is pushin' it.

      Life's a lot simpler, when you don't sweat original equipment, II.

      The above is Robert's car.  It was pretty much totaled, when Heather drove it into a ditch.  After a while, we go it started, and drove it out of there.  ("There," meaning that bit of Jennifer's property.)

      Here are (most) of the bones, of the dinosaur, that bedecked the deck, of the 2005 winning "Red Green Regatta" entry.  I was VERY surprised, to find this here. . . .

      (Again, the passage of time. . . .)

     Just when I thought this page was finished . . . I realized, I also forgot to mention. . . .

     I'm not sure, if this goes "here" (I don't suppose, it really matters)—but I forgot to mention something. . . .  When one is in Alaska, one just has to get used, to one extraordinary coincidence, after another.  Well, Robert and Jennifer, were selling off a lot of stuff (I am still amazed—at how easy, the Internet makes this.  People were responding/showing up, on the order of hours. . . .).  And who shows up, to buy a boat—but the godson of someone I used to work with, at ARSC.  "Twilight Zone" musics plays. . . .

      A little taste, of politics/humor, in Alaska. . .

      On one of our trips, to the above laundromat, we ran into a chick, riding the last Royal Enfield, sold at the dealer, in Fairbanks, before it closed.  She was an Alaskan soul.

      The fauna in Interior Alaska is . . . special.  The central tree, in this photo, is a black spruce, at least 35 feet high.  Only the last five feet, or so, showed any signs of life whatsoever.

      Heading down Chena Hot Springs Road, I saw this, interesting view.  To me, the bottom central bit, resembled a snapping turtle.  Now, just WHY a snapping turtle, is so very relevant, right now. . . .

      PS I know the font color changed.  I decided that I liked it enough, that I left it.

       :)

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