Bogachiel River ends this issue with an English win. So, we can start a new Diplomacy game as soon as we can entice eight players to sign up. Alternatively, or even additionally, I'd entertain running more points-based race games. I've been looking at rules for two games; one titled "World Record," which simulates a 100 metre race; and one titled "Dream Mile." If anyone expresses interest, I'll try to get links to the rules onto the web page. Also, I'd be happy to run another "Breaking Away!" game after Grand Lake ends, if there is interest in "BA!". And, of course, there is a sign up list for another heat of "The Golden Strider". That one, occupying little page space, can start any time we have enough runners.
Eric Ozog is contemplating another Deadwood Con in his new home for the weekend of 15- 16 November. Contact Eric if you are interested, at elferic of juno dot com.
Do you remember the last time you found ripe fruit in a grocery store? (No, Andy, not something from your CSA.) I do. It must have been about August or September of 1982. My daughter and I were out camping and we went into a grocery store in Bellingham. There were tables and tables of ripe fruit. Peaches, pears, apples, melons; I don't remember what all, but there were many varieties, and a lot of fruit. It smelled heavenly. I haven't smelled vast quantities of ripe fruit in a grocery store since. Not only is all the fruit I find these days hard, green, unfit for consumption; but it all has these little pieces of plastic stuck on them. Little pieces of sticky plastic that remind me of how dogs mark their territories. I've all but given up on buying fruit from grocery stores. Perhaps I'll re-institute my grandparents' annual pilgrimage to eastern Washington, where we can buy fruit directly from the grower. It'll be worth the trip, because everything will be ripe.
Enjoy the zine!
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