The drought continued in Indianapolis until all the grass died and everybody's lawn looked more like what you see out West than what you see here in black soil country, where you can plant a nut and a bolt and grow a tractor by August. I was schlepping cans of water through the yard, trying to keep the herbs and 'maters and jalapenos from dying. Bobbi was showing me a catalog of locally-manufactured bicycles featuring a neat balloon-tired cruiser with a bicycle sidecar of some sort.
Shootin' Buddy and I were at the Museum of Science & Industry, or some dream-world equivalent. There were a bunch of kids from some Juvenile Delinquent program on a field trip, and they were tearing the exhibits up. We were looking at a display extolling the sugared food ban and how it would help the economy finally recover by making America healthy, and Shootin' Buddy said "We're going to wind up a socialist country with gun collectors. Every middle class kid is going to be too afraid of breaking the tiniest rule and wrecking his life to step outside the lines." and I intoned "'If there is any hope, it lies with the proles,'" and we looked around at the kids ignoring their chaperones and taking stuff right out of the display cases, and laughed.
Marko and Robin had a slammin' new house halfway up the hillside from the old Castle Frostbite. It was like McCauley's house in Heat; lots of glass. Lyra kept introducing me to her stuffed animal collection one at a time, in that way kids are wont to do, while I was trying to drift off to sleep. You'd get the critter's name, a brief bio, an explanation about why it was awesome, and then say good night and two minutes later she's back with the next denizen of her plush menagerie.
I was at some tourist trap village in the Smokies with a friend I hadn't seen in many years. We were talking and walking along when her daughter came running up with a look on her face like she'd just been presented with the title to Disneyworld. Grabbing our hands, she tugged us around the corner and into the most amazing chocolate store my imagination could conjure up. I passed on the civet cat coffee chocolate, although I bought a bunch of bacon chocolate bars.
And then it was morning.
My night was exhausting, how was yours?