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  • There are some holidays we never really celebrate, little one-day holidays honoring some big people in history. But this monday is Columbus day, and we'd never miss out on a three-day weekend.
    We're lucky to have a scattering of friends out there, living, as far as I'm concerned, in cooler places then we do. If there's something I love, it's riding the car far away and staying over at a better place, with friends, and having a roast, hopefully. This weekend is dedicated to seeing Dennis and Gemma. Dennis is an old friend of my dad's. Dennis is an expert on geometric structure. He combines art with his knowledge of the dimensions and geometry, making sculptures from wire, string, wood, marbles, anything of the sort. Gemma also is an artist. She used to teach art to elementary and middle schoolers. Altogether, their home is filled with paintings, sketches, fun little artistic things and anything from strange-looking geometric sculptures to simple wire hexagons hung before windows, sunlight filtering through a labyrinth of colored marbles.
    There's more. Dennis and Gemma have a farm, sort of. They live in the country, sort of, and have alooot of land.They grow a lot of their own vegetables. Corn, tomatoes, peppers, who know what else. All the times I've been there the land is an endless expanse of green with shady trees and patches where food is grown. Sometimes there are wild turkeys. Bears and foxes, too. They have a cat, who's name escapes me now, 99.99% black, according to them, because of a microscopic dot of white on one of her paws. They have a nursery for more exotic plants in their basement. They've got a frog pond, next to which I'd spend hours, trying to catch frogs. No doubt I was a feared visitor among them.
    It is one of those places I like to be. Surrounded by nature. At night, you can go out, and there's the milky way, clear in the sky, a strip of luminescence amidst blackness. Countless stars. At least there are still places free of pollution and the ravages of men. I'm lucky to know such places. Dennis and Gemma are lucky to live in one.
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