02-24-2011, 06:06 AM
Last night I was doing a lot of walking. There was no power anymore except old equipment that was patched together.I was part of a large group of campers, maybe 20-25 who had collected together to share their individual skills. We all lived in tents, and I laughed that nobody had listened to me about the power going out and staying out. Interestingly enough we were camping outside of a city.We were near an outdoor hockeyrinkthat had a farmers field beside it and the corn was dry with the headshanging down. I had just set up my tent and laid down for I was very tired when the others started laughing at me. I put the poles in right but forgot the pegs. I tried to ask my wife and she was as confused as me that they were not there in the pack. We wandered around trying to find them while others offered one or two per camper so that eventually we would have a set. Finally we thought why not the car? Sure enough they were still in the trunck of the car but since it was no longer being used we did not think to even look in there for the spare set. When I finally took them out I took two and for some reason a woman brought in front of me a typewriter, like a classic Underwood. I lay these two pegs onto two different keys. The first key was 6 the other was 18. I know that there is no 18 key, on any keyboard but this one had one overlaid in scratched and dirty lucite too.