They’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good / They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home / They’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone / Everybody must get stoned
– dylan

So yesterday I spent half my day talking to an insurance agent.  I know that sounds like a complaint and to be sure, there’s plenty of things I’d rather be doing.  A root canal comes to mind… On the other hand, I’m happy to know that if my Alaw Bach flies off my Jeep, sinks in Lake Michigan, or goes up in flames.. it’s covered.  It’s even covered against theft.  My fear of course is that it would be stolen one piece at a time…

Ok, you may think that’s crazy alright, but when I got home I found someone had already stolen the serial number.  I mean, I knew it was there.. somewhere near the tail.  I must have told the last insurance dude.. right!? I even told the new agent the first couple numbers that I was sure I remembered and promised to call back with the rest when I got home…Well, when I got home… for the next hour or more, I went over and over the kayak examining it like Sherlock Holmes after a particularly potent dose.. There’s no number.. none.  Madness! Even knowing it’s not there, I can still see it in my memory, clearly etched into the shiny black hull!  Apparently losing what’s left of my mind is also fully assured.. so be it.. it’s Friday and I want cake.

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