The full moon tonight is known as the Hunter's Moon.

We in Middle Earth believe it is an auspicious time to get things settled in the community.

Vernon and myself disagree: he feels reefer should be smoked any old way; I, on the other hand, not totally, though, feel it's okay, but prefer a pipe to a joint.

He said I'm full of sh#t and called me an old turd.

Well, anything but old. He's older than I, for gosh sakes.

But being called a turd is, as we've all seen, pretty felonious, if not plain bad form.

This is serious sh#t. I'm a gentleman and this was the other night and I challenged him to a duel on this night.

He accepted and invited me up for coffee that night beforehand.

We are nothing if not genteel.

Here is how we did it atop the Tioga Midtown Mountain at sunset.



We trucked on up to the tower's summit only after strenuous exertion. We shook hands on the successful ascent, like dudes do. It was fairly steep, as you can see. We ran it out Class two. Well, I was in flip-flops, so that's not clearly Class I--it might be Class I+.

[Now, friends of the Drivel, that is "drivel."]


Selene was watching and waiting for her entrance cue.

Baker STreet was busy making snacks as well.

A valuable friend of pigeon-haters arrived to watch the contest.

The sun set and the moon rose.








There was no clear winner.

We are having a rematch on the solstice.