THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Mulligan Tree...

"...like when you under-hand throw a ball waaaaaay up into the air and it suddenly pauses for that one beautiful second -- it's just before it starts its decent back down to you waiting below."

"I always wondered about that..."

"Did you ever meet Mr. Mulligan down the street?"

"No."

"He taught me about such things. He showed me a few directions he'd wished he'd taken in his childhood."

"Why didn't Mr. Mulligan just do'um later on?"

"'Cause he had learned of to many things and grew well past the age of accountability and inocence he said."

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