>>From: raelsixty4@earthlink.net > >>alas, 'tis too late...now it is just me, me and my warm soapy >>rag... > >I wonder how many people, over the years, have had to briefly excuse >themselves after reading that original in Ulysses. I got the text >from here: > >http://csl.stanford.edu/~gere/yes.html > >and the Firesign Theatre fans among us recognize it as starting with >"let's take a taste of this fabulous Yucatan Blue, scored to you >from the sky-blue waters of that beautiful bay, and picked by naked >little froggy native boys in their tight leather aprons running >through the fields by the sea and the sea crimson sometimes like >fire..." > >I don't know if it is possible to run through the pepper fields and >gather capsaicin on an apron, but I do know from experience that it >is possible to contract a case of Hunan Heel by walking barefoot in >a mix of mud and fallen peppers. > >- A well, personally, if I get to that Great Big Chile Field over there somewhere to the east of me (and I'm really gonna try this fall...really), I was hoping to run through the fields one clear cool morn, me, my jungle boots (and socks), and well, that's about it...maybe a stick in hand to beat off any snakes or rats or other creature thinking "hey, bait!"...and if i contract Hunan "anything", well, all the better...a glorious day it will be <g>... unfortunately, i tend to want to do a lot of things...but never do :( nonetheless, we shall see :) Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael64