"So you never have told us what you actually plan on doing when you get out for a job."

So, you want to know what I actually plan on doing when I get out for a job, huh? I'm also guessing you don't want a lot of sarcasm. Because, if you want, Eddie, I could lay it on pretty thick.

Okay, so it's kind of hard thinking about this because I don't know where I'm going to end up next winter. I'll either be in Osage, Iowa, Dubuque, IA, or Anchorage, AK. So, here I go, I'll break it down in my three choices in acending order.

3. DUBUQUE, IOWA (of Sara Jean lore)
- Americorps (temorary child tudoring jobs)
- Be in a band

2. ANCHORAGE, ALASKA
- Kitz Camera (in the Fifth Avenue Mall)
- Bum (drinking Listerine outside the Wal*Mart on Northern Lights)
- Be in a band

1. OSAGE, IOWA (most likely)
- Press News (pictures/stories for Pops' paper)
- Dayton Oaks (technically not in Osage, but in Dayton, Iowa)
- Be in a band

So, there they are, eight outstanding job opprotunities for Mungo. Each providing the nessessary implents of living the good life. The mostly likely choice I'll make is working at Dayton Oaks. (That's the camp I worked at before I joined the Air Force.) What I expect to do there is mere speculation and dictation on behalf of my imagination... so far, anyway. But what I want to do there is essentially what Jack Nicholson did in "The Shining." I'd be the care-taker of the lodge and the grounds durring the off-camping season. Before the snow falls I would also like to do some serious trail mending. There are 50 miles or so of interwinding trails along the Des Moines River valley there, and many of the longer trails have fallen into disrepair. It's a sad thing too. I will also petition State-Funding for the resoration of a stretch of the Old Chicago Railroad that traverses 8 miles of Dayton Oaks property. When not out on the trails I will be clearing snow from the roads, conducting minor maintanence, clearing fallen branches, sawing-carving-painting informative and directive signs to guide first-time and repeat vistors to their appointed locations of concern.

Ho-kay, so, if I don't do that, I'll end up working for my pops at the Mitchell County Press-News once again. I had a wonderful time working for the newspaper. I would like to learn as much about the job as possible over the winter. Eventually, I would like to start my very own newspaper...and use it to warp and wash the brains of men and women world wide.

Then again, I might just end up in the basement of my parent's house...locked away with a type-writer. I'll finish the book I'm working on now, and I'll carry my drafted manuscript with me everywhere. My hair will be old, and my eyes will be crazy, and my clothing will stop fitting...and I'll just be about as cool as anyone you ever saw.

And these are my plans. I could go into greater detail about camera stores in AlAskA, I could speak to the concerns you'd all surely have about me bumming around downtown Anchorage, I could talk about my as-of-yet showcased talents as a rockstar, I could talk about tutoring chillins with the AmeriCorps.... but these things I'll leave to your imaginations.

Here's a thought. Because none of us here are near to each other, and all we know of each other's lives is what we release piece by piece leaving the rest to our imaginations, I guess it doesn't much matter what I actually do for a living.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, I tried to keep sarcasm out, but, dems the breaks.

Song of the day: The Counting Crows "Ghost Train (live from VH1 Storytellers)"