The guy who takes care of the gardens is worth a chapter. Alkaline Al. A guy who is maybe 70, but could kick my ass, been eating raw food for 30 years or so, does massage therapy in an old International Harvester...hereís a picture of that rig.

Now I know this is not a great illustration, but imagine....youíre seeing the front end of an old IH that is PARKED. They have surrounded it with lattice panels and this is his massage parlour as it were. I woke up early in the morning after having slept in a room up over the stage, and I saw him wandering around in the garden, Ugs on his feet, shorts, a sweatshirt, a breeze, the birds, all quiet. Later the massage clients started showing up, he would escort them into the Harvester and close the door....

Now, letís talk for a minute about his next door neighbor. She raises racing pigeons. Thatís right. Apparently some of those birds are worth 5 grand, and she has a lot of them. Hereís what I saw: When I woke up and looked out the window I saw a shadow race across the land, the shadow of a flock of birds. It was startling. Then a minute later it happened again. Whoosh this shadow flashed across the property. So I went outside and stood there for a second and then this tight flock of maybe 60 racing pigeons went whipping over my head on a hard curve. This is a bit of what it looked like....