Knowledge about the Revolution has spread

I was the goat.

Angry bees trap NY Store Employees.

Employees at a New York City game store were trapped inside their shop for several hours after thousands of bees swarmed outside.

[...]

Eventually, bee specialist Tony Planakis arrived in protective gear and used the scent of a queen bee to collect the rest of them.

The bees were eventually taken to hives in upstate New York, and the store reopened for business.

where my car keys are.

Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May. Formerly known as Decoration Day, it commemorates U.S. men and women who died while in the military service. First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War (it is celebrated near the day of reunification after the civil war), it was expanded after World War I to include American casualties of any war or military action. [source]

For Memorial Day I’d like to share this short prose by Walt Whitman. His prose reads a lot like his poetry, but without the line breaks.

Unnamed Remains the Bravest Soldier - by Walt Whitman (From ‘Specimen Days‘)

OF scenes like these, I say, who writes—whoe’er can write the story? Of many a score—aye, thousands, north and south, of unwrit heroes, unknown heroisms, incredible, impromptu, first-class desperations—who tells? No history ever—no poem sings, no music sounds, those bravest men of all—those deeds. No formal general’s report, nor book in the library, nor column in the paper, embalms the bravest, north or south, east or west. Unnamed, unknown, remain, and still remain, the bravest soldiers. Our manliest—our boys—our hardy darlings; no picture gives them. Likely, the typic one of them (standing, no doubt, for hundreds, thousands,) crawls aside to some bush-clump, or ferny tuft, on receiving his death-shot—there sheltering a little while, soaking roots, grass and soil, with red blood—the battle advances, retreats, flits from the scene, sweeps by—and there, haply with pain and suffering (yet less, far less, than is supposed,) the last lethargy winds like a serpent round him—the eyes glaze in death—none recks—perhaps the burial-squads, in truce, a week afterwards, search not the secluded spot—and there, at last, the Bravest Soldier crumbles in mother earth, unburied and unknown.

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Somewhat ambitious. Here are a few Easter Eggs (or as I like to call it, Passover Matzah)

More matzah courtesy of Mashable

Me a few weeks ago at The Stone Spiral image captured performing some poetry

A snake sacrificed its life in the latest chapter of the Great Animal Rebellion.

Its goal: casue a power outage in Misouri’s State Capitol.
Outcome: Success.

Yes, I’m still alive…

(and the couple weeks have grown a bit, but we are both happy.)

To quote my parents, ‘it never rains in May in Mendocino”
And I have been here for two days of solid rain so far.
Doing some onsite research for a family reunion next year.

Commenting should be functional again.