back to nature
Weird-ass sign number thirty-one of the impending heat-death of the universe: all day long today I hike with female family in the mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe. We cross a large bridge and to keep everyone in the spirit of things I start singing the "Bridge Over the River Kwai" song, only with the actual WWII-era lyrics, viz.:
Hitler has only got one ball!
Göring has two, but they are small!
Himmler has something similar,
But Goebbels
Has no balls
At all!
My mom and aunt and sister all liked it. Later we go to the Tahoe City mall, and while they're trying on shawls I sit on a planter, open V. to my bookmark at page 340 (the confessions of Fausto Maijstral), and start reading. Guess what song is on page 349.
Tomorrow I go to San Francisco and probably won't update until the twentieth, when I get back to Iowa, unless something incredible happens.
