1999jan25. I had a dream last night that I was helping a bunch of “hep” college-type kids dock a boat and some of them were in this band that had sung a type of a hybrid song and I mentioned that The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and Staiway To Heaven fit pretty well together and they thanked me in their perky, squeaky little college voices, the ones that make you want to pick up an oar and hurt, HURT WITH BLINDING SPEED, STUPID DREAM-STATE COLLEGE KIDS!! In one way or another, this means that the contest is over. I have chosen not to release the names of the winners or the imaginary college kids and their next-of-kin out of respect for their privacy. Fare thee well, dead college kid dream constructs, fare thee well!
Also I’m starting to get sick of tuna fish.