Monday, September 1, 2014
On Saturday night, almost dark, Kobae comes out of his house, walks across the driveway and goes to sleep in the laundry room. His eyes are watering and he looks bad. Tom assumes he's dehydrated. He hasn't gotten a soaking this year other than a mud puddle now and then. He's too heavy to pick up and put in the tub he has. Tom realizes Kobae doesn't know we have a beach. The first few years he used to go down to the beach all the time and then for the last two years he would hike down there, see the big drop off into deep water and pass on it. This year thought it's nearly perfect so when Kobae comes out Tom guides him down to the river. As soon as Kobae reaches the water he starts dropping bombs. Dehydrated maybe, constipated for sure. Looks good now. Problem solved.