Entry 7:

Chili Pepper:

The things we do in the name of bird-watching. I was stalking the wild turkey with disposable Japanese camera in hand (instructions in Japanese), finishing off the roll we started in April at the cherry blossom festival in Hirosaki. (The camera also flashed.) Stopping to dress would have made the beast suspicious. His gobble's better than mine, but I have a bigger wattle.

I'm just back from the dentist with a new toothbrush and a little pack of floss, like heading for the wash-house at summer camp. You're kind of up in the air right now; I can hear you circling the house.

Let's do gun control and violent socialization tomorrow.

Till anon,
Rhodeman