Saturday
An interesting little poem -- really more of a snatch of dialog -- by Nikki, apparently written during a party at her house.
Could the sketch have been by this Tim Hockin? I don't know -- and I don't recall who Tim was? I think so. Seems to be the only one on the internet, and he did go to ISU. I wonder if Nikki found it flattering all those many years ago.
Sunday
Salute the Moon was a "not-so-ancient Indian ritual" dreamed up by Bryant. The bunch of us met up at his house in Tower Lakes and had a little bonfire on the beach by the lake. When the moon was high in the sky, we went out on the pier, stripped naked (or close to it for some of the ladies) and performed a pseudo-spiritual "salute" to the full moon above. After which we jumped in the lake for a skinnydip. We tried to swim over to a small island, but it was too dark to see where the path up from the lake was, and I cut my foot on a submerged piece of glass in the rocks, so we headed back. Despite the cut, it was a lot of fun.
This was the night my interest in Melissa was re-kindled.
