"with you both i get whole cloth" fat marty

"everything in the circus is pushing the possible beyond it's limits." charles eames

after a couple of years of fighting the creek battle i was ready for some relaxation on the beach. let the heat bake out the frustrations, while thinking of what we have accomplished.
we are the straw that broke the camel's back.
ah huh.
and the camel is going down behind the scenes but the prop department and pr people are sayin the camel is just fine, just a little tired and sagging in the place where the hump used to be.
so. the rock is rolling downhill right now. i know they are ready to move forward we just need some organizing. so in the lull of battle, when the mental smoke cleared away on the beach i met fat marty. yes. i am working on our meeting description. not complicated and he says that night he didn't remember me with the crowd and music playing. but we have story to tell here.
gonna search out some of my writings to put together and the official start of
old dog etc. will begin. in prelude and trumpet for HOW TO KILL THE BEAST, the real book, the real job. this is just a test. and in between i am going to retell again the story told to me in bits and pieces over several meetings of the animals the old man and the ghost dance.
keep the readers a select few for awhile. just to test the waters.
this is a collaborative effort by the by. old dog is really our story. forgot to tell ya that all along. kinda interactive kenn and wayne thing or as they say in show business, co-produced.
but i was gonna tell ya by and by. wayne just found out himself, no secret really, just another load for the man to carry. what with gnuforge, deaddrift, electron forging keeps him busy. i used to hang around the forge and just goof and watch. then i saw what he was shaping in the din and clatter with the singed beard and wild eyes.....
scared me some, so i kept quiet till i knew he couldn't refuse...something i picked up from fat marty himself.
so. i would have told him sooner but,
just that
fat marty said, "...when the time is ripe, kenn," talking into the propwash of a small floatplane, i could barely hear him, just reading his lips really, "we will tell him when the time is ripe. it's on a need to know basis now, why upset him.
he has plenty to worry about with the florida account. he will be back whining about torn up fingers and torn our transom mounts. let it be. this walleye thing will wind down by natural enertia. then after talking about the upcoming class reunion you can just kinda lay it on him about the old dog/new tricks, songs of the new millennium is a collection of work from two people over the last 32 years, no holds barred prospecting the old and conquest of the new work of these two artists, you two i mean." here he paused, and shouted into the misty early morning rain on that remote Canadian lake with his face getting red, and the pilot, augie, gunning the engine in punctuation, causing the loons in the middle of the lake to leave for more quiet parts of the immense wilderness around us. "you gotta understand bay, this is too big for you alone. you are good, ya got the words, but ya need a publisher, hell, ya need a co-author, you spin, he weaves, with you both i get whole cloth. with you alone i get lots of yarn, but no sweater. i need the sweater. whole cloth." i could see he was getting impatient, wanting to go to the secret smallmouth waters only he and augie knew about. no one would tell me where it was. i was being left at the lodge, the plane was leaving without me. i had my orders. i could tell he was winding up the speech. "bay, dig deep. old prospectors like you guys got gold tucked away, go home, i know where to find you." and with that he climbed slowly laboriously into the plane as augie taxied out into the lake scaring the geese and rocking the dock as i stood staring into that canadain dawn, wondering what kinda breakfast spread the chef at the lodge had going this morning i wandered up the evergreen lined path to the warmth of the giant fireplace and the smell of bacon.