[Dialogue] ANONYMOUS WRITINGS ?

[David & Lin Zahrt]

We've been delighted with the creativity of one of our fellow 
travelers. The work is remaining anonymous so no one can accuse us of 
boasting. I'll start with this one. Larry Ward would be 'chomping at 
the bit' if he knew about the next one I have lined up.

#1 Big It U
Date: 08/94

After making coffee, Iron man set out on his journey to Big It U. He 
had overslept again and was slightly behind schedule. Somehow the 
rigorous training in early rising that he had received in boot camp 
had faded after he had left the service. He hopped on his bicycle of 
childhood expectations and sped off to class. The old bike, paint 
peeling creaked and wobbled as it moved along. Iron man's mind left 
the present moment and drifted back to Chicago where a "We Shall 
Build the Earth" session was in progress. He reflected on the fact 
that the notion was not quite as easy as it had seemed back then in 
the day of a new era.

He was brought back to the 'Now' by the sound of a large diesel 
engine and the screech of rubber on black top. He looked up to see 
the Garbage Truck of Reality bearing down upon him.
Iron man awoke in the grass amid a tangle of the spectators of 
eternal sensation and lay on his back for several moments. As the 
shock of reality confrontation faded slightly, he found that his body 
seemed to be undamaged. Iron man suddenly remembered his precious 
bicycle and looked around to see where it was. Unfortunately the 
bicycle of childhood expectations lay mangled beneath the Garbage 
Truck of Reality. For a moment Iron man thought he could salvage the 
wreck, but he quickly realized that it was hopeless. The bike had 
been nearly worthless before the wreck; literally held together with 
the baling wire of denial and the duct tape of forced hope.
All in all, Iron man considered himself lucky to be alive. He was 
never sure how he had survived the impact. Perhaps it had been his 
overweight back pack crammed with mind numbing amounts of 
information, that had thrown him free of the wreckage.

He got up and brushed off the dust of despair and picked up his pack. 
It had peanut butter an jelly oozing from one pocket, but otherwise 
seemed O.K. Iron man wiped up the mess with some napkins he had 
in-kinded at Burger King and strode off to his philosophy class. He'd 
be late, but he'd already had more than enough philosophy for one 
lifetime.

David and Lin Zahrt
Country Homestead Bed and Breakfast
22133 Larpenteur Rd
Turin, IA 51040     <mailto:zahrt at country-homestead.com>
(712) 353-6772 Phone    <http://www.country-homestead.com>
                  
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