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18.7.04

texan foibles

so at m's crazy canoe race there's lots of time in between doing things. so in one of these in-between times, we're having a beer, and t is having a pipe. (yes, a tobacco pipe. t is very law-abiding.) only we're not supposed to be "displaying alcoholic beverages" so we've put our little folding-camping-chairs behind t's massive truck where the park ranger can't see us and if he does it'll be from a funny angle and maybe he'll be so busy he'll assume we've got off-brand Coke, or something. So there's a dad and a couple of kids with fishing-poles walking past in a wandering sort of way, and the elder kid, who is, oh four feet tall, maybe, i don't know what that makes him, looks at t and says, with disbelief, is that man smoking? and there is a pause, during which i assumed his dad (who was hiding on the other side of the truck so we couldn't see him) said yes, he's having a pipe, just like sherlock holmes, do you know who that was? or something to that effect, and then the kid says, very, very seriously, he's probably going to have to go to the hospital.

also all those people on the canoe race are crazy.

Labels: camping, texas

scrawled @ 15:11