Walking through waist high water. My brother, Jaina, Me, Aima and Asata, Truth Maze?, Imani and Lerin. We were trying to Get to "Lake Calhoun, but we were in some kind wetland, which had brick ruins of some industrial past. The strange thing is that no one was particularly alarmed about being wet. We had driven the minivan there and I had been concerned because we didn't have enough car seats for everyone, so there were four babies sleeping on the back seat with out car seats... Earlier Ben and I had been in a 50s style Hardware Store sitting at the table in the front with three girls who were affiliated with the Sacred Woman movementl Ben was acting kind of spastic, but it was charming them. In fact an Older woman came up and asked for his number so she could hire him for landscape design.
So wet, and wearing my army surplus parachute pants, in this wetland area I felt very at peace. Happy with the company, and unconcerned about the elements ..... I don't know how it happened, but suddenly realized that this was Costa Rica and a semi fascist guy and his two henchmen sons had a plan to borrow millions of dollars from the Costa Rican Government to set up a "completely modern" hotel resort. I could see him sitting at a corporate style desk talking, but at the same time I was flying over a natural landscape of grassy prairies and muddy roads. I realized that nothing that he was saying made any sense, it was only persuasive because of the emotional quality he conveyed with the inflections of his voice.
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