I am riding in the bow of a large canoe with some friends. We are rushing down a river that flows down the street of my childhood home. I explain to them that my canoe is just like this one, but not as flexible. Somehow I get ahead of the crew and am alone in the boat. A rich lady from the neighborhood is chasing after me and fuming about our trespassing or something. This turns me belligerent. I whirl the canoe around and start paddling back up the hill to rejoin my friends, the lady still fussing and fuming behind me. I find a large jar of ice tea on the deck and take a big drink. It’s pretty good but the rim of the jar stinks.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #139: I Am Riding In The Bow Of A Large Canoe.
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