They're getting together this week up in Sun Valley to try and figure out what to do about me after the 42 months of [blood letting] menstrual cycles ends in REVELATION 11.
Probably because that is where Ernest Hemmingway once stuck a 12 gage into his mouth and pulled the trigger at the young age of 61.
And the last thing that his long suffering wife Mary ever said to him, from the other room, was "WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP SLAMMING THE DOOR!"
Or maybe because Bruce Willis' SOILDER MOUNTAIN ski resort fantasy suddenly went up in flames over there; north of Rt.20 and the Mormon Resevoir.
Or maybe it was for my own trip to the place back in the 1970s; that was a prelude to today's liberal Jew golfer at the LA SUN in MY FAVORITE MARTIAN.
Whatever, the first WALMART that I ever walked into was just down the road from there in Twin Falls.
Having heard a lot about the place, but never actually having seen one in person.
Meanwhile, it's supposed to be cool and cloudy and rainy and grey all this week in Edmonds.
And that's the way uhuh uhuh I like it.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
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