Without good noodles we would never even imagine research vessels. Without Old Crows and Rook Coffee, the unsung concept of Raven Ramen won’t even get that wonky eyed bird with a noodle in its beak.
We got an old man with a mop and bucket in the galley of RV Bowser, drifting off to election years past in a Vonnegut like trip to Dresden. I have always been a fan of volunteering for anything, as was Vonnegut, at least in my understanding.
The man mopping has a psyche no less damaged than Vonnegut’s. We could even make that man look like him, without all the smoking. I could do a whole draft within one galley mopping, bouncing around election year disasters and attacks on Tolkienesque towers, or not.
Gandalf?