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To: elpolvo who wrote (17160)	9/30/2002 8:20:10 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 104197

I have a writing assignment due Wednesday. During last week's class, the instructor had us walk out of the classroom and over to a bridge that connected that building to another. It was a place where many teachers and students went to go for a smoke. It overlooked a valley and a mountain on the other side of the Hudson River where the sun was setting. We had ten minutes or so to write about what we saw. During class several people had colorful descriptions of the mountains, puffy clouds and sky, and some included the observation of several of these hideous radio transmitters planted atop the mountains. They are an eyesore and many people complain about how they ruin the view. I decided to get a little bit creative with that theme. Here is what I want to submit to the instructor. Perhaps you can give it a quick read and proof read it for mistakes in grammar or spelling for me. Thanks. Here it is: == I look out at the tired evening sun sinking below the blue shaded mountains and wonder whether or not my fellow student writers notice the beautiful transmitter towers staring back at us. They blend in so well with the surrounding landscape. It is as if Mother Nature had intended them there, herself. I question myself if I should share my little secret with my classmates. Modesty causes me to contemplate whether should I tell them that I am the artist that designed and built these blinking masterpieces that reach upward towards the heavens. If I wait too long to tell them, will I be embarrassed by their praise as I hear their lovely poetic descriptions of them read aloud in the creative writing workshop? Hopefully I will not come across as a braggart as my secret is revealed. Will I become a distraction when the class realized they sit amongst the modern day Johnny Appleseed of radio transmission towers? I remember when I first started decorating the Hudson Valley with these massive metal structures of fifty thousand watts. As an avid Erector Set hobbyist, my creations grew taller and larger. Often times Mom and Dad would try to get me to focus more on smaller projects like the tiny Ferris wheel and bridge shown in the picture on the front of the box, but these structures no longer provided a challenge for my creative mind. “Bigger is better” was my motto. My parents’ small minds could not comprehend the artistic value. However, they continued to encourage me to venture out and away from the small confines of home. They pushed me out on my own to set forth and fulfill my destiny shortly after converting Dad’s tool shed into a forty foot tall, ham radio operator’s shack. I traveled up and down the Hudson Valley toting my adjustable crescent wrench and pliers, planting those towering steel structures wherever I went. Eventually I came up with the idea to mount a couple of bright blinking red light bulbs on them so people could admire them at night as well as during the daylight hours. My artistry and fine craftsmanship could now be observed around the clock and during inclement weather. Sometimes I hear fans exclaim, “My goodness. What Next?” They must hunger to see my craft evolve. I’ve begun to notice in the newspapers that various committees and town boards are fighting over the placement of my sculptures. Everyone seems to want them to be at a proper viewing distance from their backyard or school. My new cellular tower design has caught on across the nation. I’ve planted them along many of the interstates and parkways in our region. There are several copycats out there trying to add their own twists to the genre. Much like Monet had to suffer while watching other impressionist attempt to create variances of his masterpieces, so must I. Ah, but imitation is a form of flattery. Isn’t it? I can hardly wait until the public gets an eye full of my next project. I plan to attach a half-mile long volleyball net between the two towers atop the mountain near Newburgh using high voltage power lines. Perhaps the addition of a few seventy-foot tall, galvanized stick figure people in action on either side of the net will finalize my creation. I’m tempted to name this work, “The Mid Hudson Volley”. Certainly my classmates will be equally as excited about this as I am. Perhaps I will tell them today. == -Clappy