To: BlueCrab who wrote (7108 ) 2/9/1998 12:02:00 PM From: Gauguin Read Replies (1) | Respond to
Jeff, Oh boy! There was this arboretum right down the way where they filmed the Tarzan movies. It was inspirational, being a kid and knowing major, major, tree swinging had a history in the neighborhood. Every time we went I tried to pick out Tarzan stuff, but I never saw squat, not even a vine (which my parents then explained, in deflation, were "ropes"), and certainly no chimps or gators or treehouses. spectacle , believe you me. More rare and exciting than (I hate when I start sentences like that ~ then I have to think of something) oh let's say a bright perfect double rainbow. And just as colorful. (I thought of that because yesterday MJ and I saw, what was agreed without doubt, to easily be the brightest rainbow either of us have seen. Neato, uh? We stopped the car on the hill. It was against the bright gray sky, between the silhouettes of the oak branches; a solid bar of colors, nearly opaque. I said to MJ, "I wonder what makes them bright?" "I don't know") big . The tails on some of them are probably six, seven feet long. Then you look across the street at the piano teacher's house, and they're all over the place. I would jump up (thank goodness for high-tops) and run out into the yard, and there would be a couple dozen of all sorts of different people walking in the street laughing and talking about it, following the birds like the pied pipers. "What's happening!! What are they doing?" "They're doing their thing. They do this every once in a while." (Some real biologist.) I joined the parade for a few blocks, but it wasn't that easy to keep up, because they would just go anywhere they wanted, which I guess is what flying-bird is all about. (Darn!) It was just the boys, as I recall (they're the prettier ones, heh heh). But they were surely regal, up pulling their tails across the roofs, wading across the lawns, hanging down in the eucalypts and sycamores, under the lemon trees; doing some squawkling and cackling, tossing beer cans. Sensational yard ornaments; shiny turquoise and midnight blue. Thrilling, really thrilling. They were not one bit scared of people. (As, after all, befits the wild bunch. And they don't call em peacocks for nothing, buddy.)
