Contest and Presentation.

"Since many boast according to the flesh, I will also boast.  For you, being so wise, gladly put up with fools!"  -Paul the Apostle

They had told it would be the "gigging" contest or something, but that was like tossing frogs or something; and here we were at the crick chucking pea gravel.

Some muck-a-muck on the committee, had knocked top prize, but rented satellite time on some space network, real high-tech redneck stuff.  We were aiming for the Ocho, I guess.

Pea gravel, in buckets, by the truckload, those on wheel barrows, and then DR power trucks taking them around, and I don't think we've seen this many Mexicans since the Alamo.

It was Rock Skipping, not lug chucking or whatever branding decision the freelance PR people came up with; it was like this thing had two hearts, one in its core among the competitors, and another, as of another universe, with the audience interpretation.

Doug Whiteman had won a Pontiac Sunfire, and this year, it was an electric F100, 1974 model, some custom fabrication from a some shop in the Mid West, and I wondered if it was a reject of some strip mall car show or something, was it, could it be?

He could make the little pebble BLAT DAT DAT so beautifully, smoothly, as if he were some sort of magician of the hinterlands.

"We couldn't give it away on television."

Hell, I knew that; it was all too dear, all too precious to just hand over in a manila envelope.

We needed at least a Crown Royal bag.

This was the high art of countless rural springs and summers, and all we had was to take a deep breath and find a path through the wandering dragonflies.  We would have a peanut butter sandwich and half-warm Coca-Cola, where some of us would get in old trucks and drive home, some to the farms, and yet others walked along the dirt road, some even shedding their shoes, going along like the fluid molasses embodiment of the good growing season: snow white feet, sweat-drying feet on the dusty firmament, and the contorted things that had been Snickers, some on the dashboard, some in jeans pockets.

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