........	.		The Pigeon Golf Association Presents: The Last Run at the Fox July 1998
	.	. . . . CHAPTERS: Important Stuff The Course (5 pg.) The Game (4 pg.) Hackmaster (2 pg.) The House (4 pg.). . . . Main Page		Welcome to my little story about our weekend(s) in Vermont. I hope I can express in pictures my gratitude at being granted a slice of time where time stopped. My story begins in winter when we first gathered and through a blizzard played cards, got drunk, and played cards. I didn't know anybody except for John, and now, 10 years later do I know anyone any more than I did that weekend? How can I know? Knowledge has a concreteness that resists the transformations of time. For me, I like the possibilities of the unexpected response to the flows of changing currents. Except when time comes to a halt. Our obsessive behaviors stop time in the repetitive repeating of some inane behavior. In the hundredth deck shuffled or the hundredth hole putted the sameness of repetition stops chronology. That's when I learned to trust, and that's stronger than knowing. And then there's The Run. The Fox Run course lay out suggested a time of wooden woods and steel shafts without being overburdened with a glorious past that the present wouldn't match. PJ treated us well and made us feel like we belonged. Some will remind that he indulged us a rowdiness that was not appreciated elsewhere. In fact it was a liberty to act as if there was always a next day. It has played itself out, and is now gone. Fox Run is no longer; it is becoming Okemo Valley, a disneyworld destination experience. I hope you see some nostalgia. I hope you see some resolve for time to come. I hope you see lots of appreciation, and I hope you see lots of you. "To Soar like a Pigeon; To Bleat like a Farm Animal"
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