My family drove to this wooden, rickety toll booth where Jim was sitting, with headphones and a cigarette, ranting into a microphone. He smiled and waved us through into Whole Wheat Radio Land: a dirt road leading into a campground-like area: lots of trees, hilly terrain, ramshackle cabins and tents, playgrounds and ponds scattered throughout. We drove to a two-storey cabin where a women introduced herself as The Kissing Lady and kissed me. The first floor was a kitchen, with freshly baked bread on tables scattered around, with a big, warm, wood-stove used for baking and providing a comfy feel to the place.
My kids went off to play with a crowd of kids, my wife went with Rebecca and a bunch of other women discussing quilting, and I wandered around the place. I climbed a hill and looked around, seeing Ashley and a woman on the other side of the hill. I yelled to him. He yelled back. I climbed down and he introduced the woman as Ashley, “although it IS a boy’s name,” he said.
The three of us walked around a lake where we passed J-Walk and Darren sitting around a campfire. J-Walk was plunking at a banjo but he stopped and said to us, “Now there’s a sight: Jody and Ashley and Ashley, listening to the twangs of my banjo echo off the water.” Ashley said, “The end.”
I then woke up.