Finnegan, Begun Again

There is sweeping and much airing out of dusty mental rooms that must happen here. While I stoop to open the lower latch of my minds Dutch Door and struggle against its hinge, sticky with

disuse, let me show you where Ive been.

But this will be a slow struggle, and one that requires adequate lubrication. So humor me, while I fetch oil for both door and mind.
Leaving one whole while contemplating several others inevitably makes



for a temporary descent into mixed minds and horizontal humors. To drive while watching the world through a camera is barely adequate protection; you must maintain mental elasticity.

Mt. Shasta, tho, provided
relative size and gravity, and by Oakland I had picked up a passenger of some jollity and regular foll-de-roll.