Saturday, late morning.
Overslept as usual, they quickly agree that instead of breakfast they’re going to slap together a brunch; it doesn’t matter what as long as there’s bacon in it.
Sitting on the porch sipping coffee they are greeted by Frank their neighbor. “Hey eggheads, looks like you just crawled out of bed. It’s almost noon. Listen to this, I climbed two miles up the hill at dawn, fished the glacier lake for a couple hours, dragged my ass back down, bought lumber in Home Depot, cut the lawn, and now I’m gonna help the wife makin’ lunch.”
They smile and nod, hoping Frank’s going to leave or at least shut up. Instead, he continues, “That’s why my kind gonna beat your kind in the war.” They look at each other. What’s he talking about, what kind is he, what kind are we? What kinds are out there anyway? And the war he’s babbling about! Civil war, race war, WWIII? Best bet, Frank has lost his marbles because any alternative seems quite dreadful.
They won’t bring it up the rest of the day but it’s going to stay with them. Somehow it feels an overwhelming and turbulent force might be zooming down the pike, and possibly soon.
Better sleep with one eye open.
Overslept as usual, they quickly agree that instead of breakfast they’re going to slap together a brunch; it doesn’t matter what as long as there’s bacon in it.
Sitting on the porch sipping coffee they are greeted by Frank their neighbor. “Hey eggheads, looks like you just crawled out of bed. It’s almost noon. Listen to this, I climbed two miles up the hill at dawn, fished the glacier lake for a couple hours, dragged my ass back down, bought lumber in Home Depot, cut the lawn, and now I’m gonna help the wife makin’ lunch.”
They smile and nod, hoping Frank’s going to leave or at least shut up. Instead, he continues, “That’s why my kind gonna beat your kind in the war.” They look at each other. What’s he talking about, what kind is he, what kind are we? What kinds are out there anyway? And the war he’s babbling about! Civil war, race war, WWIII? Best bet, Frank has lost his marbles because any alternative seems quite dreadful.
They won’t bring it up the rest of the day but it’s going to stay with them. Somehow it feels an overwhelming and turbulent force might be zooming down the pike, and possibly soon.
Better sleep with one eye open.
