Hello. I have further reading for you from Moby Dick at the top of the stairs in the SECRET ROOM.
But before we ascend , this request:
I know I have asked you a few times to do it, but please, make today the day you click on or share this link to get tickets for our upcoming tour:
JUDGE JOHN HODGMAN: ROAD COURT
and please submit your cases for the road court RIGHT HERE.
Please and THANK YOU, because it’s better when you’re there.
I saw this loon on Friday flopping around, diving in place and then surfacing, flapping its wings.
Even if you zoom in, it’s hard to tell what is wing and what is body. It wasn’t in distress. Just exulting in some inner mysterious/loony energy.
It’s August now in Maine, which means it’s already deep autumn.
Leaves are genuinely falling, night is genuinely cold, and all creatures are dealing with this sudden snatching away of summer, one way or the other, flapping and exulting in the lowering sunlight.
The rest of this message is SECRET…