Folks,
It became obvious yesterday that the Raven-Crow beasts were not happy that Yvonne was here with me and therefore for her safety, she has moved on to Salt lake City and will leave for home tomorrow.
I have consulted the locals in the Moab Brewery and I have been advised to adopt a shaman alter ego to confuse the gathering Raven-Crow horde. I was also advised to consult the Great Spirit - naturally that has to be Canadian Rye Whisky of which I just happened to have an adequate supply. In addition I had to 'bathe in smoke' - an old Indian method for warding off demons. Luckily the local bikers were able to help in that regard - something to do with Jamaica and Lebanon and blondes ... I don't remember ...
It is also clear that the Raven-Crow beasts have no intention of letting me leave Utah, so drastic action will have to be taken before Monday AM. Unbeknownst to them, I have a secret weapon - one that makes it's home on every golf course and man made green space in North America. These creatures migrate south as the Northern climate cools and reverse that course as the Northern climes warm again. They leave refuse everywhere they stop and strip the landscape of it's flora and fauna. They pollute the local watering holes and their vocalizations pierce the quiet solitude of the golden pond and the serene grassy meadows - no I am not talking about Quebecers .....
To be continued .....
To quote from verse 79 of the Krome Koan, 'Mon ostie de saint-sacrament de câlice de crisse!
Phillippe
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