As you may or maybe not know, Promethus was the dude in Ancient Mythology (is there any other kind?) who had to push a rock uphill ever’ damned day forever....Now what they don’t talk about is the unsung guy who worked the nightshift ‘n had to move that damned rock back down the mountain so’s Promethus could start pushing it back up the next morning...
What I’m getting at here is that there is a pile of gravel here on top of Crestline (why d’ya think they named in Crestline anyway) that I’m barrowing down the hill ev’ry day...
‘Course, I’m not trying to take it all at once, just 3 or 4 barrowsful a day ‘n there ain’t no one replenishing the pile...it’s growing ever smaller day by day....when I was younger, I would have taken it all away in one swell foop (or fell swoop) which might have resulted in one long day but I’d’ve had it done ‘n forgot about by now...but that was once upon a time ‘n now I take a much more philosophical approach, ie; gives me sum’thing to look forward to which may or may not be a sad commentary on my life or maybe just a commentary on my sad life or “Whatever suits you just tickles me plumb to death” Marion ‘Howdy’ Lewis....
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