i went to the water and i went into the water. i saw a fellow looked familiar. found he was the dusty grooves guy where i had a show long ago. i heard the story of elaine's new knee. the water was 65 degrees. i rode up to pebble beach. there were all these downed trees, the stumps leaned in one direction, like a bomb cyclone hit. the swamp is fine. where the giant weathervane was is a sculpture of a bomb cyclone of animals.