KayPro II, anybody?

I just thought I'd report in. I just had another channeling contact with Cyril. He felt that Marty should know that it is possible that he was not totally abandoned by she who bore him.

As you may recall, she who bore him fled the Dumpster in panic and disgust after first glimpsing what she had just let . . . loose on an unsuspecting world. Considering his pathetic state (which has remained pretty much the same all these years), one might think that she was a bit callous deserting it him that way (although who could blame her?).

Well, Cyril (the soul of The Vererable Bede and many, many others, including Voltaire, reincarnated in the form of a city-dwelling raccoon) told me that, after he encouraged Marty to leave the relative safety and security of the Dumpster that had been his life-long home and try to build a life in the Outside World, he (Cyril) often returned, just to check the latest menu to be found in the Dumpster. The overgrown vacant lot in which he lived offered little in the way of comestibles, and he had found that Dumpsters, particularly those behind restaurants and apartment buildings, frequently offered a good variety of nutritional treats. Anyway, during his frequent visits to the Dumpster in question, Cyril noted a strange, recurring event. Regularly, once a year—as best as he could recall from what Marty had told him, on the anniversary of the night in which Marty was let born—a mysterious woman, her identity concealed by (all together, now) a Long Black Veil, crept into the alley, skulked through the shadows to the Dumpster, then quickly and furtively glancing this way and that, lifted the lid of the Dumpster, threw in a birthday cake, then fled down the alley into the mist.

Cyril wanted Marty to know.

(I'm all choked up.)

Don Firth