Voices instruct me untill I tumble to uderstanding

In two days I will be leaving Osage. Tomorrow I will be going to church wi th ma and pa. We may end up on a bike ride in Cedar Falls, Iowa. On Monday morning I will hit the road and head for Las Vegas. I'll chill out with my friend, Fish, from high school until Double O comes in. ST, I'll give you a call from Denver's east side.

A voice said to us, "Boys, you've now spent quite enough time on your duffs."
We said in return, "But Sir! We only agree and are fully prepared to gather and migrate. Even now the geese are collecting their flocks together on the great lakes."
The voice said, "And so shall you travel to Denver to gather your minor flock for migration."
We said, "We will be ready, Sir, to migrate north as the geese begin their own co-operative flights on the long journey south."
The voice advised, "Be it known, truely, the geese would never succeed if they did not draft each other in their 'V' formations. They would never make it to thier final destinations if they did now swap out the lead bird."
We rejoiced, "O Great Voice! You have taught us well. For surely, we will trade out the burden of the driver's seat to craftfully avoid road-weariness from setting in."
The voice said, "Go now and rest, for you have a long journey ahead of you."

This will be my last blog for a while.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: The Silly Wizards - "The Valley of Strathmore"