Markstrodamus
After Monday's belated (8pm) dinner, which included before-meal drinks to offset our empty stomachs and s'mores English style (digestive biscuits and Cadbury Chocolate), Ryan took one of his celebratory roof-walks, in plain sight of Mark and Carol.
Two days later, our inboxes were graced with an email from Markstrodamus, prophet and professor- a deadly combination: (the picture following his words was not included....)
I had a dream last night. I was standing in front of a beautiful church. And lo, on the roof appeared an angel, arms raised to heavenstreams of golden light flashing in every direction.
And then I saw a wine glass in the angel's right hand. And realized that it was one of you, on top of the flat Flat roof.
It is because the Flat roof is flat that it is particularly vulnerable to cracks and tears in the tar surface. The rocks, which allow for occasional access and reduce the heat (and thus protect the tar), also make the roof more vulnerable when it is walked on.
We don't know what all the pleasures of being on the roof might be, but those are some of the pleasures that we would like you to give up. For your sake, for our sake, for the sake of the German-speaking immigrants who hold interminable song-fests on Wednesday afternoons, for the great good and honor and safety of all angels everywhere.
I'm sure my email will appreciate a slower, relaxed summer without Mark's quips. Although the Duck email might go down in history.
posted by Kevin @ 11:32 AM
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