The man adjusts, calculates and tinkers with the finite, as the cosmic dream machine takes shape before my eyes. As he works the craft gradually appears as The man sights down the line every few minutes an approving grunt or “yeah, that’s it” slip out of an otherwise tight lipped ship. That’s right ship as in US Navy man, Vietnam Veteran. If you are lucky enough to pass muster you perhaps might be recruited to add a hand-shaped piece of functional art to your quiver. That would be # 20,0000 something. what’s a quiver you ask? Why I oughta bust ya one across the chops gremmie. To be continued…..