I EXPECTED THIS. “God?” Mitch asked, hearing a booming voice that seemed all around him. Suddenly Mitch shoots upward, the ceiling and roof break ...way just around him. He is now floating a thousand feet in the air…naked. He awkwardly looks around. A few seconds later he is shot at high speed back down, screaming. He lands back where he started, everything falling back into place. “Okay…it’s real,” Mitch said. YES IT IS. “So umm, can I just talk to you whenever, will people hear you?” ONLY YOU. The two young men got back to the wagons and reported to Hobart and finished getting ready for the attack. Josh and Red got something to eat, saddled fresh horses, and checked their weapons. Diablo nickered at Josh when he left the big horse in the portable corral. Again the two men would use guerilla tactics by fighting from horseback. This time Josh was mounted on the quarter horse stallion that Hobart had offered before. The attack wouldn’t last long and speed would be important. He and Red. When Shakespeare wrote these plays, he was doing so for Queen Elizabeth, whose bloodline beat out Richard's family for the throne in the war of the roses. To mollify her, he had to make Richard out to be a monster so that she'd feel better about her position in the world.” “Oh.” He said, looking a little bored at the long lecture. I stood up as I continued my little monologue. “I wanted my Richard to be tall. Strong. Handsome. A realistic portrayal of all the man might have been without. " Art said."Yeah, mom," Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took over while I put on my wet gear. Not that it was wet ... it's to keep me from getting wet. Lookit ... don't blame me ... it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came running out on deck in their wet gear. "Daddy ... the keel hit something." I know that," I said. "What is another question entirely."What ever it was we were.