The Great Plotnik

Friday, July 23, 2010

From My House I Can See Fresno

The Southwest LuvLiner flew over three other airports on the way to Shmurbank the other day. The first was when it banked over SFO after taking off to the North from Smokeland. That's what you see here, and no more than five minutes later San Hozay International passed under the wing, a few thousand feet further below. When we got close to Shmurbank the plane flew low over Van Noise Airport, which actually looks like a substantial place now, not the little cowpath it was when Plotnik was growing to full and proud manhood not too far from there.

It's easy to forget that between Saint Plotniko and Stiletto City are mostly rocks. Rocks and dirt. From the air you can see all the quaint meth plantations on top of the rolling hills as well as the bucolic bulldozers scraping terraces down the mountain to haul away the mining residues and toxic minerals. What a state!

The Duck is busily baking cakes for the Biennial Blue Tooth Party tomorrow, held on Sam's vineyard, where each guest is required to bring the absolute best potluck dish he or she knows how to make. It'll be a tough night -- hundreds of dishes of the best food you've ever tasted, home made wines from neighbors, many of whom make their own vintages from their own grapes, a walk around the most glorious piece of property in Shmalifornia and then dancing in the barn afterwards. Yes, life up here in the wilderness is difficult, but we manage to manage.

Great PD, we wish you were coming out a little earlier. It's been four years since you made this party. And BZ and 5H-- some day soon.


At 6:39 AM, Blogger mary ann said...

Have a great time tonight!

At 9:22 AM, Anonymous jj-aka-pp said...

When is this in 2011?
I'll make my plans accordingly....

At 1:48 PM, Anonymous Cousin Seattle said...



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