I'm in.
I'll be sitting in the AC-ready room writing news for you dudes and dudettes.
My summer story:
There was this really old hydroelectric plant that doubled as a bridge across a lake near us. Wynoochee Hydroelectric Project:
Our dog, Lightning, used to swim in that lake. He would naturally get soaked. We'd take him to the dam and he'd chase bird shadows until he was dry (he only liked the shadows, didn't give a shit about the actual birds). It was a great family arrangement that got us free of "wet dog smell" when we went back to the campsite.
Then September 11th happened, and good ol' George Bush closed all non-essential dam bridges to make it harder for terrorists to blow them up or something.
Lightning never understood why he couldn't play with the bird shadows anymore, and our tent trailer we camped in was shortly after sold with a distict wet dog smell.
Thus concludes the story of how the terrorists stole the bird shadows, and made our tent trailer stink.