Well, well, well! Here we have a Blue Moon in July. And, as we all know, there is a series of prophesies surrounding such an event. Recent fragments dug from the sands nowhere near Nag Hammadi or the Dead Sea have been translated by somewhat less than sober scholars as follows:
Thus in that year ... [obscured sentence] ... fancy hats, thereby ushering in the very ... [illegible] ... and similar large ruminant mammals. Truly, shall ... [two paragraphs of illegible markings] ... to the Beaches of Zuma, even unto the location where they shall read ... [missing fragment] ... thereby celebrating Summer and the Blue Moon of Thunder, and so shall joy descend upon the people, and a great Glee shall be manifest, yea, unto the heavens, and ... [missing page] ... along with their delayed breakfast..
Who, I ask rhetorically, are we to stand in the way of Prophesy? Please join me, the Meanderers, and Inexorable Destiny, in a Meander to the Bluffs of Zuma! I hope to see you there.
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|Another fine Zuma expedition.|
All misspellings, misattributions, omissions or errors in naming should be construed as Acts of God, directed through yours truly (for reasons at which we as mere mortals may only guess...)