...back in December 2004.
Driving up I-87 and taking Highway 28 deep into the mountains, I decided to detour onto some of the back roads. Bad decision, as it became apparent from the distant sound of thunder that a major thunderstorm was brewing. I pulled off to the side of the road, walked into the woods to find a place to wee before the expected weather event, did so; then, deciding to do some momentary orienteering to see from which way the clouds were coming, I headed a little further into the trees. Immediately, I met up with some strange dudes whom I took at first glance to be musicians, members of a band, maybe - wondering to myself if they were making a pilgrimage to Woodstock or Bearsville or Big Pink or some such thing, as they seemed to have set up camp. Judging their appearance, coiffure (or lack thereof) and dress, I couldn't quite make out whether they might be listening to Phish, Dylan, Anti-Flag or early 17th-century sea shanties (hard to explain it now). They offered me a beer (really good one) and asked me if I wanted to go bowling. For some reason, I decided to take a nap instead.
I woke up the other day - boy did I need a shave - and made my way back to "civilization" and a computer. I have noticed that in my absence, someone, probably one of my cats, worked out my democraticunderground.com password and has been posting under my user name.
Anyway, it turns out that everyone here is saying that we're still in Iraq and George W. Bush and Dick Cheney have not been impeached.
My immediate response, I have to say, is...
You're shitting me, right?
Right?