Tough luck, dumb luck, hard luck, good and bad lucks, rotten luck,
beginner’s luck, luck of the draw, stroke of luck, to luck out …
I am talking to Barney at Mazama Village near Crater Lake,
and he gets excited like he’s discovered the secret in our conversation:
“Luck, that’s it! We’re here because of luck. We are lucky
to get to do this. That’s the key word right there. The big why.”
I agree with Barney. We are privileged to walk this great
trail, this beautiful earth. I told him that several of my friends were sick or had died
recently so that I felt sad and lucky to have good health and express it by
walking in the mountains. I don’t want to just sit around waiting for my turn to go south. I’m
northward bound, deeper into the forest, where fear is a friend and luck is
Then I met Scott (you know which one) at Timothy Lake just as he was giving up his historic trek, and he said, "Oh well, what counts is being out here, right? So many people at this moment stuck in traffic, and we get to be here on the trail in the middle of this." And he waved his arms around, and it wasn't corny at all.
If you see me this morning, you might think I’m on a zombie
diet. I’ve been staying up all night almost every night to watch the baseball
games live from the United States. This year I can not only get them on the
computer but also on the tv, at least some of the games. I suppose I could watch the recording the next day, like I usually do, but it's the pennant, man! And after the Giants
have done their best all the way to the end, I’ll go back and watch all the
games I missed while I was in the mountains in August.
A few years ago all this was a dream. The only way to get a
game was to go to Candlestick or tune into KNBR. And when I was young, after we
moved away from San Francisco, we didn’t even get games on the radio. Only box
scores in the newspaper. That made it pretty hard for a kid to be a fan.
Now what I mean by these two examples—the intense
aliveness of hiking for weeks alone and the thrill of good baseball from clear
around the world—is not that they are equals. When I leave the unnatural world for the
natural, I’m quite happy to renounce silly old baseball. The mountains are real
intense life (did I tell you I was the last one to see that guy alive?); the other’s
just a game. But when I want some entertainment that’s not about the end of the
world or killer monsters, disgraceful news and eco-disasters, I can check out
a Giants game anytime. Even from out here on Danger Island. Uh oh, Chongo!
That makes me feel lucky. You plug in your own
examples and feel it too.
Happy trials and good luck, Martin
Mutt: Did you see that obscene photo the boss put up? Like
his post was merely an excuse to objectify a woman’s body.
Jeff: Yeah, I object.
Mutt: Me too, so sexist I didn’t look.
Jeff: Me neither.
Mutt: She did ask me if I wanted to get lucky though.
Jeff: Yeah, me too. I said that I had already been lucky yesterday at the track.
Mutt: Yesterday I read a story about a pony on the pampas called
"Little Horse on the Prairie".
Jeff: You can read?
Mutt: Did you know …
ands are like bells, especially when they're wrung?
Jeff: I always say: addition in a dark Chinese restaurant is
Mutt: Really, you
always say that?
Jeff: Sure. And a
expert farmer is outstanding in her field.
Mutt: Oh, nice
Check this out: cannibals like to meat people.
live in Camelfornia.
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about the bear that was hit by an 18-wheeler and splattered all over the place?
They said it was a grizzly accident.
Mutt: How about the
the wind stopped blowing in Chicago and everyone fell down.
Jeff: How about if
lug a pizza in the socket and get a pizza delight.
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San Francisco fog will never be mist.
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give your uncle an anteater.
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to. And, just for your information, I can read too. I r
ead recently a history
of electronics of Biblical proportions: Solomon and Toshiba!
Jeff: Oowah. You
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ne who does magic tricks with bandages? A wizard of
Mutt: Oh brother,
that’s weak. Here’s the topper: I
f life is like a bowl of cherries,
what's the raisin for living?
Jeff: Okay, what is it?
Mutt: Shut up.