Have there been any real-life repercussions to Cavers for watching the ant hill at play?
There was some concern last spring, among the friends of Steve Dawes, that the big guy would sic his union buddies on us.
The big guy was upset because his friends tried to help him win election to the Bellevue (Nebraska) city council, and failed; the big guy didn't make the cut.
I wasn't worried about it; Omaha Steve's a fellow Nebraskan, and I already knew he'd take it in good humor, no hard feelings.
In fact, I'm still hoping to get down to Bellevue before the snows fly, so as to sit with the big guy on his front porch, having some chuckles and guffaws about
www.electstevedawes.com while his wife dear Marta's in the kitchen making an apple pie and a cherry pie for franksolich to take home with him. Marta's a real sweetheart, and makes good pies, as the elephantine girth of the big guy shows.
Once in a while, someone here in real life inquires of certain primitives, asking if they should still be on the lookout for them.
Fat Che's (the "BenBurch" primitive) now fatter than ever, and homeless. Somewhere.
The Bostonian Drunkard ("William Pitt") is too lazy and too sleazy to come out this way.
Poor stupid Beth ("sfexpat2000" when you knew her) is pretty much embalmed in a pharmaceutical haze, cognizant of little.
A couple of years ago, the sparkling old dude ("Husb2Sparkly," probably, when you knew him; now "Stinky the Clown") made a couple of comments directed at franksolich which weren't overt or even covert threats, but enough so that law-enforcement kept its eye open for Italian-looking people passing through the roof of Nebraska, in case they turned out to be the sparkling old dude's business associates, Louie the Face-Changer, Antonio the Dental Extractor, Joey the Brain, and Carbuncled Anastasio.
Actually, it's pretty quiet; the only primitive remaining an "active threat" to franksolich is Atman. Atman's a girlie-boy, a sissy, a wimp, an effete, but still, he's eminently capable of beating up franksolich, currently in weakened condition. So I'm always on the lookout for him, but the odds are pretty slim, given the distance between eastern Connecticut and the eastern slope of the Sandhills of Nebraska.
I'm good, and if somebody else here isn't, please inform confidentially.