Raven Ramen

Flipping The Bird at The Crowgram, Again

From the Galley of RV Bowser, where the first character in the yet to be drafted screen play appears, we do see a mop and bucket, and noodles in various stages of making. The man with the mop has his back to us, he hums a sea shanty, or a Grateful Dead Ditty, Uncle John’s Band; foreshadowing either way, and some, or none:

Before Marconi set up shop in the Highlands of New Jersey, was the Wild West Show still camping out in Long Branch, and performing on Staten Island? Would the man with the mop and bucket, think about such things? Did the preparation of noodles occupy most of his brain? Was creating critical thinkers always on the front burner?

Without the Crowgram, there would be no Raven Ramen, and without Elizabeth and or Dixe Bowser there would be no Crowgram, and maybe not even a nation, or PANAM, as ground to air communications took a lot of pioneering.

Noodles, horses, riders, wires, ships, scientists, mops, and buckets swishing around and getting rinsed, squeezed, then splat on the deck again. Zen.

Ah, the damn Crowgram. Was this ever a real thing?

In all this abstraction he never stops moving. There is always work to be done in a galley. None of these questions could keep him from being present in the moment and being on a moving ship required even additional focus. His brain was a bucket, a swirling vortex contained in gray matter, here, there, and everywhere.

On top of all that it was an election year.