Smithsonian Spooks

Spent almost a whole week up in DC,  visiting my sister Stacey and hanging out seriously with my nephew Phil, home from college on Spring Break.  We did our share- perhaps more than our share- of following fine conversations and soulful address(es)- amazing artifices, smarty pants Science(s)- the Smithsonian Institute in full.  For the Books- under a billion looks,  the one and the many; the lofty and frosty and frankly some things that are scary as shit.  Teeth and gemstones of that size can only mean serious trouble.

Yes, those marble halls echoed our fleeting glimpses.  As we walked.  And walked.  Five days later, the conversation was no less intriguing, nuances and themes mellowing like wine  in our Apollonian Haunts.  Some just lying there like Idiots.  We let the Dead bury the Dead, and emerged wiser only for our reflection in and behind the glass(es); a lasting feast.............

Yep.  And then we investigated Scientology Itself:  a bold and perhaps reckless move that might have endangered my youthful friend.........more on that later.