Amos, it may just be that the synapses are firing more rapidly because it's TOO DAMNED HOT HERE!!! (By the way, that was a true "story." It happened one night at the Fox Hollow Festival. I still remember it, because with the moonlight and the way people moved, it really could have been a faerie ring.)

I had an old Schwinn bycicle instead of a red wagon. I think I might have once lived in guest's "another town." These are all wonderful!