[austintorn@aol.com]

Rascal,

I saw you once in Pleasant Valley when I went to the Apple repair center in a downtown plaza on rte 44—you were in a supermarket, maybe Foodtown, buying a lobster.

Then I took a picture from a bridge of the stream going under rte 44, and added some birds and flowers to it. You were down there fishing in a boat, but I erased you—sorry.

Then I went drove down a road the connects to rte 55, toward where I live, and took a picture of some cows or bulls that luckily came toward me to see what I was doing.

The cows were on the side of this barn, maybe your old house:

Also saw you in Wappingers where I used to live. You were driving along the Hudson river along Sheafe road past Bowodin park, passing the Lama’s temple (part of the 87.5 true part of the story). I waved but you didn’t know me back then. The Buddhist Cafe was in New Hamburg.

I can maybe do some brain surgery on the vibracious lady and remove every other line if her brain waves are accessable (not too crowded) and/or make her larger to space her out, then maybe add some colored rays emanating or something like that. Too bad computers don’t have 3D, but then the lady might jump out and end up in someone’s lap and wives would complain.