Secret laser beams, a door to an heretofore undiscovered underground city, human sacrifices, or weird occult astrological calculations used to determine whether or not to pick the Yankees in six. These so-called experts are going to be about as welcome at the next Stonehenge symposium as John Wayne Gacy at a clown picnic. Let's just hope these quacks didn't use public monies.
About as welcome as my mowed lawn is to the neighbors. I mowed it a couple of days ago, not completely, but with paths that look a little like crop circles. I'm happy with it but not everyone will understand. You see, for me, it's a form of visual art, also, the yard is full of bees flying down into and around the grass blades. I assume they're finding food there, sneezer pollen perhaps, I don't know, but there are hundreds of bees buzzing there. I'm sensitive to leaving them habitat while allowing myself some artful paths for travel. It's the best of three worlds hopefully.
Posted by: Phil Core | September 22, 2008 at 03:01 PM
I heard all the bees were dead. Turns out they're at your house. That or they "hit the mattresses."
Posted by: UF Mike | September 22, 2008 at 04:28 PM
"People were in a state of distress, if I can put it as politely as that, when they came to the Stonehenge monument" You bet your ass they were in distress. "Whaddya mean there's no aliens? We wuz told there'd be aliens..." Distress ain't a river in Egypt, you know, people...
Posted by: Dave | September 22, 2008 at 05:08 PM
Phil, thats beautiful..."best of three worlds"...how Panglossian, my new word for the day.
Posted by: Steve | September 22, 2008 at 05:18 PM