Travel-A COMDEX parable, part I

And it came to pass in those days

that there was a tribe in the land

known as the GEEKS.

Long before every grandmothers darling

was a 'whizz' at computing, by having been

given one and learned to turn it on,

the GEEKS prospered and prevailed.

Tribal customs now are not well known,

however there are records of early gatherings.

some in the high desert, some in low coastal plains.

Our parable today is about a pair of brothers,

who journeyed to that southern coastal plain

to meet the faithful, learn secrets of healing,

commune with the elders of the tribe.

A warm sun shone on the brothers

as they set out, a long arduous road it was,

the yellow conveyance had seen many winters.

After much travail and traffic

the great balled city Of Miami was reached,

to find that the inn, engaged in advance had parking

consisting of a two story auto transport wedged in an alley.

The brothers sought elsewhere for lodging,

knowing that their vehicle would never be

'last on first off' and as such, not favored.

Many leagues away in a crumbling edifice

known in far better days as the
'Fountainblow' a room was secured

with a vast view of rooftop and cooling.

Being healthy vigorous men, the brothers

chose that evening to walk to the tribal council area,

spurning parking, or merchant donkeys.

Leagues it was to South Beach

and on arrival the brothers were sore

and famished, and seeking repast, when

GLOWing in the darkness was seen Wolfy's

The brothers were welcomed, and spoke
with the innkeeper, who assured them that the liver,

table pickles, and tongue were indeed fresh!

Haggling ensued, victuals were partaken,

needs met, exceeded, satiated.

movement was in order to process this kosher,
So once again to the avenue.

Walking the waterside heart of that

great, balled city the brothers passed

sights untold.. "Vintage Topless",

backdoor men, lurkers in doorways.

One varlet sallied forth to do ill to the brothers,

considered their girth, mettle and attitude, and like

the crab at low tide, scuttled back to his hole.

Becoming footsore, weary, drowsy, late to end of day

the brothers engaged a conveyance

to return to the Fountainblow Inn for the night.

Erratic are the ways of Miami cabdrivers,

seeking traffic lanes where there be none,

sliding through the land while all the while

discussing their long lost homes with teary eyes.

Elevation in that great balled city is a random thing,

subject to fits and starts, and on that day half cubit drops,

requiring a long step up to the desired floor…

So endeth the first day.