In response to a steadily diminishing flurry of requests ... Mike is funnier
in person than the pensionerd.

To satisfy those who yearn for the gude olde daze, I offer a short trip
report.

I was but a sapling when Drake hauled ashore for repairs.  I was young and
strong when DeAnza first set foot.  When gold was discovered, I was tall and
mighty . I have weathered storms, floods, earthquakes, provided succor,
shade and sustenance to those who passed my way be they indians or squirrels
or deer or magpies or jays or bicyclists.  My friends were all murdered
recently, now I stand alone against the big machines and the chainsaws, but
I still stand, unmoving, resolute, afraid.  Once in a while a kindly fellow
has visited sometimes on his bicycle sometimes in his funny white box.  He
spoke for me when others cared not to listen, he stood for me when others
cared not.  My distant relative in Tulare was thought to be the top ranking
Valley Oak in California but a recent retally showed that I stand alone as
the mightiest.

I welcome your visits, Al says I'm only 9 miles from the Capital, along the
garden highway, he visited yesterday and cried.

Pensionerd. Once had a DARPA address knew Lenti himself in the early days
remembers plaid flannel
Now back to my sunny rock.