THE CICADAS ARE SINGING

Billons of creepy, crawly creatures are assaulting my ears. After a 17 year hiatas the bugs are back. A New York Times article yesterday reminded me that 17 years ago politician Gary Hart was banging Donna Rice and preacher Jim Bakker was in trouble with Jessica Hahn. I remember seeing that story on a tv in a motel in Cincinnati 17 years ago, on a morning not entirely dissimilar to this. The bugs were singing then to. Ah, time how strange. The cicadas will all be dead soon. But their progeny will be snug in the ground waiting to return and bug everyone seventeen years down the road. I'll never forget the question posed by William Burroughs. "Why does death need time? Answer: Death needs time for what it kills to live in." Common knowledge to every cicada and every other time bound creature. luv, yardhog