Staff, Inkwell
Originally published at The Mossy Skull. Please leave any comments there.
There is absolutely no use for a hiking staff in the flatlands except for playing wizard. I don’t play wizard anymore. Now all the muscles in my forearms and triceps are sore from forgetting how to prevent a fall.
Satan’s Kingdom (recently rechristened “Sen Ki”, I wonder why), Westwood, MA
A riddle: Why does one drill a six-inch hole into a granite ledge?
Answer: To drop in a stick of dynamite.
Whenever anybody wants to build a McMansion around my childhood home, or to transform a formerly reasonably-sized, non-ugly house into a FrankenMansion, they first must blow up some beautiful granite ledges. It’s been going on since I was a kid. I have not yet cried about it for the last time.
This one, thank god, seems to have been forgotten about for long enough that I can now thank the Westwood Land Trust and Hale Reservation that I’ll never have to worry about it again.
The original inkwell