September 29, 2002

stony point journey

Yesterday some fog rolled in, filling the glens and dales and embracing the world in ambiguity. I grabbed my camera and shot some photos. I just now remembered, after all these years, what I did. It is a gallery.


Stupid fog.
Fog = bad conditions for boats.
bad conditions for boats = foghorn.
foghorn = no sleep.
no sleep = anger.
anger = killings.
So logically than Fog = killings.
Stupid fog.

You should copy that and e-mail it to the opinion page of the Duluth News Tribune. They’ll print anything back there.

Chris, stop complaining about the fog horn. I have explained to you in the past how over-rated sleep is.