They were so cute, annoying people in the supermarket through their mixture of "Hey brother!" hostility, followed by sincere apologies. For those of you outside the annual migration paths, there's a quickie round-up from the main site...at least, I think it's the main site...anyhow, envision Dead Heads without Jerry and the boys or even a shred of sense of humor.:
When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow -- Old Native American ProphecyAh, Little Grasshopper! There's a big gathering of the tribes this year, and my little mountain town is smack in the path of a couple of big tribes. The plus side — WARNING: SEXIST COMMENT FOLLOWS! CLOSE YOUR EYES, COVER YOUR EARS AND SEEK SHELTER! — is that the town will be filled with marginally dressed young women all summer. The downside of course, is that you must stay upwind of them.
Well, for myself, I'm going to try a little harder to let the sunshine in...maybe drink some green tea...start listening to strange atonal music with lots of drums and chanting...try to get in touch with my gentler, minor caliber side...
Of course if that doesn't work, I'll call my buddy Alan Samuel and we'll go shoot machineguns. Peace, bro!