Jody and I dropped off Walt in downtown Boston and pulled into Plum Island about 7:00 pm. We of course stopped at Atty May's and popped in to say hello. She was a little bit busy and fixing to head home pretty soon but we were able to talk to her for a few minutes, tell her about the wonderful fest that took place, and also show her the lyrics to "Parsonage Lane" which she enjoyed reading. It was very strange and surreal though to be there without anyone else around. It was so quiet, the kitchen was closed, May was engrossed in paper work, the bar was empty. But in a way, that just reinforced what a wonderful weekend we had at Full Moon. I still feel a strong presence on the island and we were glad to be able to end our journey there, lost in thought of the past, present, and future to come.
But here's the rude jolt back to reality...we had walked over to the beach to see the water and were walking back, just getting ready to cross the street, walked into the cross walk and saw a big red pickup truck in the crosswalk driving towards us...now that was weird enough in itself(if you've seen the crosswalks there you know they are fairly wide white lines, about the width of a car...)...and it was a bit of a shock to start walking across the street in what is supposed to be a crosswalk for pedestrians and see a truck coming towards you, completely inside the lines...now there was another truck that had turned the corner a moment before and about 8 seconds after we saw this truck coming towards us, a guy in the other truck stuck out his head and said, "Hey, that's a crosswalk!!!" and we just lost it, and started bursting out in uncontrollable laughter( which is not too surprising considering Jody and I had about 6 hours of sleep the whole weekend)...we were just losing it, bawling out hysterically when the guy in the first truck, which had turned around out of the crosswalk after hesitating for a moment, stuck his head of the window and said, quote endquote " Hey fucking jerk, what are you a fucking asshole...don't you have a fucking car, fucking jerk!!!" to which I said with a completely straight face in a serious tone "We walked here from New York." He seemed to pause a minute, and said "Well, why don't you go back."(with much less fervor I thought) and I said "Okay we will..." and he drove off. I hope I did an adequate job in describing this as we thought it was truly bizzarre and have been laughing about it all night. We were wondering whether sleep deprivation made this scene even funnier than it would have been otherwise, and that perhaps this guy thought we were completely off our rockers...I guess I can't really answer that question but anway, what a strange way to enter back into the other reality. Thanks to everyone for a truly amazing weekend that there are really no words to describe.... Victor and Jody, still coming down off of this incredible high ps. working on project B which is top secret...
