I really liked this piece. It still exists. I thing there were at least 7 works done on steel. I started painting and when I started I wanted to use real steel and wood and finally sometimes canvas. Mostly I use panel to work on with brushes., and pencils. I like using a brush.
There are lots of things to tell the young artist. Whatever you are doing, do it big and in color is one.

Hey, Horace Williams still exists as an airport. The long time manager Paul Burke retired. I am sort of glad about that. I wish I’d gotten his job. I can’t do much more than I do now. It will be awhile.
One time a few years ago I asked Paul who was in charge of the airport at the University and he told me Carol Eastwood, I think. I need to pin this down as to whom is in charge. Holden Thorp put people “In Charge”.
Holden Thorp said there would be no airport in 2008, and that was the reason the Airport Authority was thrown out.
That was in late 2007 or early 2008, and a plan for Carolina North was finalized and the economy tanked and the University stopped getting as much money from tuitions and fees and the input from the State Legislature was diminished.

Tar Hell Temps was almost immediately closed. This was short sighted since it is accepted that a regular job for the US or modern world worker is not one as it was of the Kodak, IBM, or Xerox past.
A Temp Labor Service or Union Hall is where the young graduate or young person looking for work needs now and forever to look for work.
I often wonder where so many of the Chapel Hill excess administrators and managers went?
During the big roiling time of economic collapse it was said in the papers that in some departments there were 9 employees between the top, and the person actually expected to do what the “top” called out needed to be done.
Somehow this was explained.
I don’t hate the people involved one way or another. Many of them were likely nice looking friendly people.
I guess they all had cars and drove over the Raleigh and found work. Others went on vacation with good unemployment checks. Some people over in Cary were getting 525 a week in unemployment
I’m a Democrat, liberal in my mind badge, but the working class experiences give me pause about some things.
There are in fact some strange regulations put in place, laws that really did make it sensible to push back against the Federal government.
I am really sincerely sorry about that.
I’m a big believer in Women’s Rights. Some where women’s culture is more realistic. Ohio. There was the PBS movie I worked on that was run buy women producers and a woman director, and other women directors around. In the movie memoir section I’ll tell the movie story, some of the movie stories.

Department heads must be hiring research assistants. I’ve been real sick. Now I can walk.
In the Meritocracy of today, with transportation costs, and safe living requirements you need to be close to your job, and those who face to face put you in the right position.
A Freelancers Hall Is a Good Idea. Putting it out at the airport is a good idea. I’m going to see if I can do that.

Being at peace killing insects.
I’ve covered that in some poem. at least one.
I sold the picture done on panel at out of Sids to the same person who bought War Channel.
After that there was about drowning when moving. I remember what it felt like to cramp up and start to go under. Dad had to jump in and pull me out.
I remember lots of what it looked like.
Swimming pool! Air Conditioning!

We had already had lots of life. I’d been to kidergarden and had a rug from that. I’d been in the first grade and been slapped around then.
This is a list, some of my memoir list.
Things sped up when there was some settled fact to the four of us.
I never anticipated being disliked.
Your parents need to tell you more about themselves and their histories.
You need to be told you won’t be liked.

Memoirs, Make yours today!

You understand that what is interior to the power struggle you live with in the US is a fantastic intellectual philosophical hatred of Hedonism by the most powerful people. Hedonists as a rule, can’t be all that powerful, because the pursuit of happiness is not the pursuit of power and money.
Therefore hedonists as a rule, are not all that rich and powerful.
Hence they don’t have laws in their favor and they get arrested for being demonstratively happy on drugs with funny haircuts pants and shirts and it is obvious to police who are employed to not only keep the peace, but enforce anti hedonism laws, however laws that exist obviously or otherwise can be construed to make being philosophically on the wrong side of the tracks clearly on the wrong side of the tracks as in jail.
Drug laws, are simply laws against being high.
Being high is a hedonistic thing.
The government takes your freedom if you are stoned, or have drugs that will make you or others stoned.

In the Kings world you are there to serve him and his family and the nobles. That means you need to be good and ready to go and stab and faithfully hack at the vital parts of another king’s peoples.
Stoned people do not make good soldiers.
Frankly this is another way of explaining the reason laws against happiness exist implicit or inferred.
In the US Constitution there is a mention of your right to Life Liberty and a “Pursuit of happiness.” That is just a technicality, as they would say. That was just put there. Anyway, it doesn’t say you can have happiness. It says you can pursuit happiness.
It is okay for you to be happy. Is it okay for you to be too often happy? How much happiness is appropriate? How ought the happiness be achieved?
The great religious saints often succeeded at not doing much of anything. They had the right attitude about it. They got along well with the Birds for instance living in a cave, for instance.
My Uncle the Episcopal Priest says God wants us to be happy and we have sinned if we went around being unhappy all the time.
A happy person in the midsts of adversity is an admirable morale builder. We see them in the war movies and hear of them in the myths.
The happiest pictures of Americans are of when WWII was over in Europe and the people danced and kissed each other in the streets.
The weather wads good. They had hacked and killed their way to happiness.
There was no good reason for all that happiness at Woodstock.
All that was about was LSD, and the birth control pill. That was a celebration of a short span of freedom that some un-entitled young people took.
Like artists they stole the time to just be.
There was art created in the permanent form of the Woodstock Movie, that eventually covered the costs.
Later that freedom was ruined by freedom lovers like the Hells Angels who murdered a guy at Monterey. There are ways to do these things, even hedonism needs to be accomplished by people who know what they are doing.
Still it is a serious problem for the harder workers of another miserable philosophy called Puritanism, or Calvinism, or Existentialism. We move from one miserable way of thinking to less miserable ways of thinking till we have at the best, Pragmatism and Hedonism holding hands.
When things go on for too long in miserablinessness too many of us start to look forward to war.
I personally want to just really really knock over statues to Confederate heroes. I know that this might be the last straw in the class war of misery triumphalism demonstrated daily with low chin shots of Ted Cruz.
But now I want to see him cry at the base of a destroyed statue of Bedford Forrest.
Thermite is the weapon of choice for destruction of these statues.
Get it and destroy the CSA for once and for all.
If it is just a pursuit of happiness, and all I’ll get, then fuck it.

Okay How about those rich people and their trips to Mars?
Some people don’t think it is fair for the Tesla Rich to get to sell their stuff and go to Mars, leaving us in the shithole created through their policies.
It isn’t fair, but this is their plan.
They expect us to kill each other over resources like water as a start, while they hide out in gated communities they will sell to standing warlords before they go to Mars.

On mars they will have a Hyperloop system from the Equator to the poles. Water conduits will transport the vital aquifer rivers to the Morlock mound towns. Things will be very fascistic like the plutocracy of Disney land till happy go lucky smiling Elon Musk dies, and then things will get like how miserable Disney land is.
That is unless something else is done.
That is also dependent on your state of mind.
Just what great fun will be possible on Mars?
The duty of the people has been recognized as keeping humankind going, so sexersize is going to be approved.
But then there will be limits to how much fun we can have doing that determined by interior design.
Woody Allen may have it too much right in Sleeper.

It is a mystery to me how any working class person can love the Confederacy. The Confederate States of America were dedicated to the use of working people as property no more with rights than we now would ascribe to a robot. Abraham Lincoln said, “If slavery isn’t wrong, what is?”
(Abraham Lincoln also said, “A man Cannot pull himself up by his own bootstraps. All that happens is that he ends up with his ass in the air.”) Really, some people just have to get some correction to their spouts and edicts. There are some phrases we hear way too often from youth on, that really don’t make sense.
But then okay there is an advantage to the despot attacked when his people are trapped where he controls the land. They will be shot by somebody and navigating who to try and get out of the way of is tricky. During the Revolutionary war of Independence a young man had many a cause to be confused. Ben Franklin was himself shocked that so many of his countrymen were so violently opposed to the Stamp Act. The Crown really had had to spend some money to protect the colonists from the French and Indians. If only that British judge hadn’t so insulted Ben Franklin we might still be more like the Canadians. Not that I want to be a Canadian. I gave up my chance for that.
Some of the most powerful writers in the world write for The New York Times. It is a powerful newspaper. The New York Times has been moving along with media technology advances and has video sections that often strike a fine tone. Of these news videos it is theres and the ones coming out of Shane Smith’s Vice and Journeyman Films that are good to put into your brain.
Truth is Beauty and there is a life of the mind we get that bugs don’t.
But you know there really are few Southerners on the staff of the New York Times. I have had difficulty getting through to the Northerners that the GOP is the Confederacy. In the days recently past and even on going still on Memorial Day school kids in the South attending schools where libraries might have had no more than 250 books for the Elementary school, people paraded around the statues to the Confederate dead. The Confederate States of America snuck in a holiday for those who died in the service for a nation dedicated to elitism and slavery.
Southern Land owners of Charleston SC were more rich from slaves to operate their farms than from the farms themselves, and murder and mayhem happened so they could continue to own black men and black women, and white women too.
Starting in 1890 in Richmond Virginia with Monument Row there was the statue propaganda competition joined with a grand plaza and statue of Grant in Washington and then Robert E Lee in Richmond there.
It went on and on encouraging fine and happy thoughts of the Confederacy and school holidays for young boys and girls dancing around the Soldier of the South, so the South might rise again.
And now it has. It is the GOP.
One too many days of seeing Ted Cruz and I wanted to knock over every statue to the cause all through the South. I still want to make a little movie like the NYTs shows, showing all these statues to Southern losers who wasted their lives in the cause of a failed philosophy, ethical crime.
Nixon pissed me off too making friends with China, the State Run Slave State that gives us Wal Mart through the colluders using a right referencing framework of thought. A nation friends with North Korea that is destroying cash through fine counterfeiting pisses me off.
Okay where was I?
I was explaining that the USA is now ruined by successful CSA operatives. You can’t really grasp how they get to do it till you are forced to look up at statues made of bronze and marble of Confederate Soldiers in nearly every Southern town.
It is another interesting fact that the number of people lynched during Jim Crow is just about the same number of CSA Daughters of the Confederacy statues, monuments of the CSA leaders and soldiers.

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Scene: I TV Screen Talking Head

It is a Movie, but not a movie.

As I begin again in the ending of the beginning of the end there is the good and the bad of the movie which isn’t life but a movie like life.

Shots of Man at a desk. Pig at the desk. Mam in Pig suit and mask.

No, Okay, If it is me: I have to be in respectful suit and tie, or with my Sub Captain Suit on with my sword and guns.

From the deskof Russell Scott Day, Leader and Founder of Transcendia. Transcendia is the mixed up nation of pilots and poets that was to be funded by pot taxes and otherwise normal events. Now we do see legal Washington DC and Colorado.

Just at every opportunity we need to see a pig. Dancing pigs. Pigs and Big Fish. Sharks chasing a pig. This is life as we know it.

We also have a Race to Mars.
We must watch my head on the television spout out about the things we have, and don’t have and what to buy, when and not to buy when, as we get ready for meatless Friday and Pacific Coast Glowing Fish Sticks! They must be good for you, because it was swimming before we caught it!
Look here it is well wrapped and cheaper than any sort of meat, squirrel, deer, cow, or pig. Turkey, Ostrich, or big fat snake and old turtle and porpoise, or whale, anything short of other people. In fact now that we can, we must make a wooly mammoth, because it is big and wooly and we chased them all down through the world to the tip of it with spears and wiped it out and we can bring it back now and eat more or them.

Okay! Am I Ed Sullivan yet! No! Well just wait. Okay!

Pig Announcer-
So then let us go to Mr. Musk’s Mars Laboratory. Let us go there. Raymond Rottweiller is our best lab manager and it is his job to do a a few things.
Raymond will you tell us what you are working on?

Raymond will wear a Horse face mask and a name tag.

Raymond-I Raymond Rottweiler am an expert on what the environment of Mars is.
We will work from here.

I believe it was 1976 when Nike`, this girl left me, not the girl in the painting. 1976 from 2000 is 34 plus 10 is 44 so that was 46? years ago. I remember pounding on the door where she was with this guy who had been a friend of mine at work at the store where I sold cameras with him and his dad and Betty and Elsa some.
I sat around and cried lots that evening. I remember what the apartment building looked like. It seemed as if it was an ironic day to leave me and cause me to be all heartbroken and feel betrayed.
I have a great deal of sympathy for people when they are in the throes of broken heartedness. Aviator does a good job of showing a broken hearted Howard Hughes. It causes some people to commit suicide, or murder. Some people feel that there would be less war if women were more understandable. One of my hero writers James Jones had some hangups about it all indicating war comes from frustrations with women as in Some Came Running the broken hearted young man goes off to war and gets his throat cut with his own knife. In Go to the Widowmaker? there seems to be a lot of desire for a threesome with the new wife and the diver.
Overall the value of love story movies and stories is as warning to young people or even others that just because you think the other person is your soul mate, they don’t.
It is my practiced opinion that this thing where so many young people seem to have no value for great books contributes to their intellectual poverty and unfocused pain when they get their hearts broken.
I think my reading list is fantastic and has created a really sane person who in 1991 became a fully fixed gentleman after another severe heartbreak.
So happy to you Transcendian April Fools.

P1010031

I was looking for the photograph of myself an Ron with the Air Force left over truck. I didn’t find that, but fell across these photos I published here. Remember these thins all are copyrighted by Russell Scott Day. I have been thinking of doing another sort of book than the one off books of photographs I’ve made over the past year and a half.

The import thing for Transcendia to do is to prevent Nuclear Holocaust . I like that holocoast mis-spelling Holocast. Holacast. Holacoast. Hola. Apocalypse.
Prevent the Apocalyptic Riot!
PREVENT THE APOCALYPTIC RIOT.

I can sell my name, and that is better than making nothing from it as is the case when it gets stolen. I did say on Linked In that I wanted to sell to Disney. I want to be adult Disneyland. Disney and Elon Musk will merge and take over Texas one day.
However Mr. Musk might not want to bother with Texas because they, like New Jersey want Tesla to toe the line and sell so they get a bigger piece of Tesla.
It blatantly looks like that to me. Texas in Brownsville is geographically good for rocket launching.
I learned that Rocket Launching is something you want to do close to the equator.
Tesla, oh Tesla.
Now it and Space X have the great salesman as head guy like Chrysler over again with Iccoa and business school talk being true that the head guy is the buy.
Elon is a buy.

Today
I am a disgruntled reject. I and my team are rejected outsiders from Space X.
I was told to try again, and try harder.
The thing is that I am old and in the wrong place entirely.
My way is to try for awhile, and then give up.

My friends are my enemies here.
I find I and others do not really want or will allow me to give up.
If I give up, who will they have to fight with?

There is a new library that looks like the inside of HAL the Space Odessy computer.
That means the library is just a warehouse, not a real library.
I worked in the MCC Student Library that had some really fantastic books I would never have thought to ask to see, but stubbled on while working the stacks.
One book about something had an all steel cover.
It is probably stolen.
All common things get stolen these days.
When I worked the radio station at WQFS it was disturbing how as soon as you discovered some great music, like “If 60s were 90s”, it was stolen.
-And there went my 40s…

My 40s went away into Rochester, NY, Fort Lauderdale, North Carolina, NYC, and then they were gone and I got married and settled down where I try still and then give up.
Getting incredibly sick in 2008 didn’t help.
The world started down the wrong rabbit hole in 2008 on its own, and I developed a fantastic inherited disease.
There have been operations.
I am better.
A love of life is still in there. Honor to the parents and ideology means one loves life. There is a twist that the loose screw of Pierre had going in the love of death that is a part of being the Mason.
Pierre, Pierre, is just the best. Pierre is the ultimate lucky man.
A good thing I could discover would be the trigger for my illness.
Was it the dust of the decayed insulation in the house we renovated? Was it the weeds that made my eyes water and caused me sneezes.
Was it the stupid face of the placid young black cow?

Going forward we have to get ahold of Venus and Mars and Earth and beyond. I said it before and I’ll say it again: I’ll respect Catholicism when they put real money into colonizing the Solar System.
That is a joke, since the birth control issue problem solving time to prevent mass murder and the love of it, mass death, went by in the 70s when Nixon was the US leader.
I can’t get over that.

I did get a Harvard education without going to the University.
My mom got me a job recording all the ecology lectures at the University of NC in Greensboro, so I got a Gore education without the means to do much with it.
UNTV was what Gore ought to have worked for, but he got Current he sold to Al Jazerra, which was odd for it was like the TV channel was the equivalent of an airline name that was made of gate rights.
The planes don’t matter as much as the gates.
Long ago I was told by Harold Colodny that it wasn’t at all the planes, but fueling the planes was where the continuous money was.
Ambition or corruption is what puts a gas station out of business.

The Driving Captain Story

Yemessee is a small town on the coast of South Carolina. By small I mean small. By the time I was in my early thirties I had some sense. I had sense to get to be in my early thirties and the story of my life is as good as any soldier’s. Churchill had an interesting life.
Covert combat was what I was in.
So there is the hutzpah and hubris, or over the top characterization of myself to say I had a Churchill education.
However I had take then job down there in Fort Lauderdale Florida at Business Air Center and was always around there. I didn’t have much of anywhere else to be really.
If I spent my paycheck I would go and hang out and make tips.
Try that at McDonalds..
Things came up.
I ought to have focused on flying more but did have a writing career in my mind and did get the offer to go to Toronto and do The Inspector Gadget Show which put my pilot training on the back burner.
I’d started that late anyway.
I became an isolated anarchist like a mentally more healthy Abbe Hoffman and his group being a stay away from too much cocaine.
Further I wasn’t as much high profile.
I am ashamed that I was born late in the Baby Boom.

There was a broken plane in Greensboro. There was a broken plane in Baltimore. This delivery job was really dangerous. They picked me to do it. I got to take a partner. I, being full of common sense picked a mechanic Ron.
I was going to be driving an old truck on a long distance with a heavy tall load.

We put a R-2800 Pratt and Whitney and a Convair right Starboard Tailplane on the back of an old Deuce flatbed truck with two 55 gallon drums of gas behind the cab. I got petty cash and a credit card. Maybe it was 500 cash.
You know I really wish I had had a movie made of this for it was a real adventure. I was right at weight and the thing stuck up by then to thirteen feet and 2 inches maybe. It was tall as an 18 wheeler at least, and all chain dogged down on a pallet with the tailplane complicating the rigging.
It even looked dangerous.
Some old fool at a white clapboard metal drink sign store sitting in a rocking chair said, “Yeah daddy had one of those he put on a tractor.”
People will say some stupid shit to make you look at them won’t they?

Back then they delivered national papers by airplane. Checks to banks were delivered by airplane to upstream banks. A lineman, ground service ramp rat could hitch rides in the night on these planes. These jobs were jobs for young pilots. The lack of carnage in the night is a testament the skill of these unknowns who either moved up, or out, or taught, or became insurance sales persons.
Everybody who ages out, or sees their industry change so much they haven’t anything anymore to do, is supposed to become an insurance agent.
i really did know that I was supposed to become an insurance agent.
I didn’t want to become an insurance agent.
Creating an insurance company, I want to do that for Transcendia.
My sister who is an underwriter doesn’t want to do that because she says it is too hard.
Starting an insurance company isn’t something one can do by yourself, even in the inherited big money class.
You need to be planned for dead to make a good insurance company founder, just like the founder of a nation needs to be, so it all fits for me.
Now.
It didn’t work that way before.

So the reason there were airplanes flying freight around at night was to deliver newspapers. Specifically the Wall Street Journal had to be delivered and Florida Aircraft Leasing had 11 Convairs that did that up and down the East Coast.
Parts wore out and there were things that happened.
I had had to get another job once I became miserable and needed to break up with a woman who I was living with and was seeing other people and doing a lot of downers and worked at the same company so I got the owner of the company to hire me away from that ramp with promises of a good job as a “Supervisor” and went to Florida with my bicycle.
Poor working people don’t get laid much in Fort Lauderdale.
We live in a car culture.
That is some of what it is all about.
I really ought to have had a glamorous life as a race car driver.
I really did drive well and fast too.
Driving heavies was something as well I could do though it was different and I didn’t like schedule and routine and slave wages.
i don’t know how people survive.
Really the poor have to all clump together in compounds.
Living by yourself is something for people who like to camp out.

But I am trying to recollect the route.
The place that needed the engine was in my home town Greensboro, NC, and the tailplane was in BWI. (Baltimore).
I think what we did was drop the engine off in Greensboro, and then go to Baltimore and then come back and put the engine on the Convair and then go back to Fort Lauderdale.

The thing I am reconstructing is the near death experience in Yemessee South Carolina where I made a point of stopping in for a cup of coffee at whenever I did that Fort Lauderdale and North Trip, that I did from now and then in my late twenties to early 40s and then no more.

Ron was a great guy as are many mechanics, unless they are perverts. There is a percentage of filthy perverts in any industry. Once you get out of the working classes people do tend to be cleaner and smell better, or don’t smell, unless they are Dutch.
I think the Dutch are less odorous now.
The Dutch used to not ever tip and be odorous back in the 70s and 80s of which is when this story is supposed to be.
Eventually I did put the engine back on the Convair, but it was part of the loop.
I got it set the second time pushing it onto the firewall stud bolts out there on the Greensboro ramp where Burlington had a big hangar and ramp for their CL-44 operations.
The main mechanic I did that with, he smelled bad.
Yeah.

Ron was heavy set and civilized and not a pervert like some smelly other pervert drunks were who were otherwise fine.

Same time as this stuff there is American Psycho going on.
There have been some newspaper delivery jobs wiped out.
You need to have investments and insurance and inherited businesses in real estate and you need to have a big group of people you hang out with and depend on.
You need to build and live in a compound situation.
People are supposed to be tribal.
The Buffalo disappeared.
The Indians didn’t have a diversified portfolio.

I have trouble getting along with lots of people, and even too many cats.
My friends are loners too, really.
Everybody disappears.

But life is an adventure and we want to see how it turns out and that is what news and newspaper fortunes are about and come from.
If you are a newspaper delivery person it is known that you, you, you are Presidential material.
Now that there is no real reason for newspaper delivery I don’t know how anybody gets the proper training in much of anything.
We have lost this great training ground for youth now that paper newspaper and paper airplane delivery of things is of greatly diminished requirement.
It is terrible.
How do people get trained as Presidential material?
My Hero US Grant delivered fireplace kindling.

So We stand there a second before we get in the truck and take off. Really it looks like a dangerous job.

I want to get far fast and I have incredible driving endurance back then. This is a dangerous load. The idea for the gas in the drums behind the cab is to obviate the need for any gas station stops.
It started to rain really hard. South of Yemessee it started to rain a downpour.
Of course Ron and I had things to talk about and I might be able to reconstruct conversation up to this point that we are in the truck, I as the driver and Ron as the Mechanic, but then there was an important conversation about: What is that smell?

“What do you think that smell is?”
“I don’t know.”
“It sure doesn’t smell right.”
“No it doesn’t.”

And it is raining really really heavily so a smell that gets from the front of this old flatbed surplus Air Force “Deuce” means something is powerfully bad going on.
“What’s nearby on the map.” I asked.
Ron found it with a map and a flashlight and it was Yemessee and we spent the night in a Colonial Inn and first thing in the morning we went to the mechanic whose recommendation we had got from the associated gas station.

This mechanic’s set up was as “Shadetree” mechanic as it gets. This is a real outdoor operation. There is a chain pull and block and tackle and all like that rigged off a grown out limb of an oak.
There are rusting cars as you would set it all up to get a real shade tree movie set shade tree mechanic’s world as they are supposed to be. All Shad Tree Mechanics are supposed to have this set up, and be like this. However you see this for yourself works.

I think the mechanic was a thin man in his thirties with a red rag. He listened intently as we told him what caused us to stop and spend the night in Yemasssee South Carolina for.
Somebody like this grows up with these tools and problems.

“In rain like that for us to still be smelling this meant something wasn’t right.”
“Yeah, that’s for sure, I’ll jack it up.” And he jacked it up in the front and pushed and pulled on the right front wheel and it moved wrong and he got the wheel off and we looked at it.
The spindle that is what the wheel fits on with a ball bearing race there was a bluish color and there were no ball bearings in the race collar that the wheel goes round and round on.

“Yeah, this would have been bad.”

The mechanic got the parts which were common apparently since we were back on the road by 1 PM if not sooner.
It was three hundred dollars I paid cash without asking or talking about it later telling the boss it wasn’t a credit card sort of place.

What would have happened was that with all the ball bearings gone and the wheel just going around on that spindle if I’d kept pushing on and ignoring that, The spindle would have heated up so much it would have broken

off.
Then the front wheel would have flopped flat and the back of the truck would have fallen over on me most. The engine was chain dogged down. Still it was about 2 tons of 18 cylinders that developed 2 thousand horsepower if that helps you visualize two 9 cylinder rows for what first appeared on a Hellcat fighter I think.
The 55 gallon drums of gasoline would have had good cause likely to rupture or throw gasoline on my back, and our backs and we would have likely been crushed is the way I imagine it, and we all imagined it.
So I stop in Yemessee and think about it, life, whenever I go through.

Pat Conroy had a thing about Yemessee South Carolina himself. it is described in Prince of Tides as a place of eccentrics, crime, and visionary fools.
Some guy there said he had visions.
I had one vision.
It became Transcend-O-Ray. That is the secret name of the vision that became Transcendia though the copywriting help of George Heafner in Rochester NY one night when I was struggling over how Transcend-O-Ray was a good name for a vision, influenced by Ray O Vac, but wasn’t a good name for a nation.
So there.
I got a story out.

The people of Mars had to evacuate and they decided to go to Earth, since it was close like Mars to their minds. They tunneled up and launched from the equator and got to Earth when it was boiling and set up a traditional Hot Dog Stand where they hung out and sold fashionable foods.
Hot dogs have long been fast and easy and so very popular with Martianauts.
Desert edge settlements are great stand spots. It is good to put little chapels there. Lots of times the people going off on to the deserts get lost, run out of food and water, and die.
Their bones can be a good source of calcium and other explosive powder mixes. At least I heard that. lost of what I think I know needs clarification, but hanging out at a hotdaug stand is definitely inter universe a good way to waste time and listen to the radio.
Dance there if you can during the night and day.

Waterbear and Cockroach head and Humanoid were hanging out when Vomit Ball showed up wanting attention. Vomit Ball was not welcome because cleaning up after a greedy fat stupid cat wasn’t their idea of a good hang out way to spend the day.
Vomit Ball was banned for being itself.

Humanoid was disturbingly human with always a confusion about how to best use power. Humanoid didn’t understand power sharing fully and was constantly causing trouble.

Waterbear was perfect as a hangout creature because it was a hibernator. In fact this period of history is a big one and we all need to look at hot dog stands with fond feelings because there was no time when the Hot Dawg stand was not revered.