Four Days and Counting

I admit I'm getting a little nervous. I'm a simple guy from the Midwest who, by happenstance, has been thrust into an outrageous festival which attracts freaky people from all over. Everyone is talking about it. I was talking to a retired scool teacher this morning who was providing me with a list of highlighted events I shouldn't miss. My neighbors are 79 and 80 years old. they told me they wouldn't miss it for the world.They also were worried about my sensibilities and cautioned that I might see things I wouldn't be prepared for. As I looked around at the post office, at the cafe, at the walk along Smathers Beach, and at the state park, I was suspicious of everyone I saw. Is that couple going to participate? Why are those folks here this time of year? And finally, am I the only normal person down here? I'll know in a few days.

And on another topic, I remember this fish I read about from the Amazon River, a candiru - a type of catfish which is more feared than piranhas. It has been known to swim up the urethra of someone who urinates in the river and then because of these spines it has must be surgically removed. You can guess why I thought of that, but it was an accident.