The summer is grand. Nothing going down except what's actually going down, unless we listen to people telling us what's going down. The twist, the shake, the on the take. Listen not, watch not, protect your own wireless connections. Bluetooth seems the greatest invention this century, so far.
Tell me, tell me of their woe. How life and fate and decisions created this travesty. Millions of European kids are dying in the mud, we hear. 500,000 have starved in the past three weeks, were told. The goldfish must be fed, the water made dusty.
Many have jumped the fish tank, into ponds and lakes and rivers and creeks and bays and seas. Hooks are everywhere, but there's more room to swim. On our own and free. Upstream, downstream, in a school, or prowling the deep. Tunes all the way through.
