Canoe
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword June 9, 2005 06:17 AM
Once down in Florida, I canoed with friends down the river. We met a man named Ed who wore nothing but a loincloth, lived in a riverside grass hut, and on weekends wore clothes and was one of the county's top pool sharks.
We dove in the deep pool next to his hut. We read the painted-plywood philosophy, nailed to a tree, written as a letter from monkeys saying humans couldn't have come from monkeys, because monkeys don't do the horrible things that humans do.
We talked with him for ages. Then Mike and I put on loincloths and had our picture taken, on either side, arms around each other and grinning.
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