Wall Street trading closed early Friday after spiraling out of control on reports that US Natural Gas loads and reserves are expected to dry up in the next fifteen (15) years, much earlier than anticipated. Some are calling the crash the Second Modern Black Friday. No sign as to when the Stock exchange will reopen. Regulators are being selective and secretive prior to reopening the markets. Analysts (including this one) aren’t holding their breaths and do not expect a quick change in the markets on the latest abysmal energy sector news. Many in the energy sector point the finger at a combination of increasing environmental restrictions and user power demands due to technology hunger and recent cold winters. Environmental experts rebut by claiming that the energy sector sings “same hook” without data to back it up. Already the murmurs of “bailout” and “stimulus” can be heard in the deep, dark, dank, corridors of Washington. Sounds like the tax payers will end up picking up the tab on this one yet again with nothing to show for it. Whatever happened to all that “green” energy from the 2000’s? One piece of advice I do have for all of you on Main Street (what’s left of it), don’t procrastinate, get you financial back up plan in order now. And while you’re at, grab a couple matches–you’re going to need them.
The cave echoed with magic as Marie used everything she had to wrestle loose from the vines. She cheated to the right, towards the lip of near the back of the cave where the vines had trouble reaching. Marie shot another fiery blast at the snake-like vines slithering at her feet. The blast knocked her towards the edge of the cavern ledge off-balance; she listed to one side and fell over the edge into the underground river.
Mare floated along looking up at the view of glistening stalactites. “I should just let this current’s flow take me to meet fate’s end. I’ve got nothing to lose. That witch’s tricks have left me alone with no one to share my life with. It’s not worth living,” she wept.
“Have faith my child, you will reunite with you love, though the path will not be easy,” a whispered voice whooshed through the cave.
“What? Who said that?!”
“Have faith my child, you will reunite with you love,” the voice whooshed again pushing Marie out of the cave, tumbling down a waterfall into a serene pool.
Marie swam to the edge; dusted herself off and made plans for her next time jump. No time to wallow in self-pity anymore.
Ginger hoisted herself over the cragged ledge of the mountain ripping her shirt. Reaching the mountain summit as daylight faded , she found the aged monk bending over the dinner pot. The monk drifted over to his visitor as if he were floating on a cloud.
“What brings you to my humble mountain abode?”
“I’m looking for inspiration.”
“Turn within for that which you seek.”
“I was hoping to avoid that matter.”
The monk moved in closer, slapped Ginger in the face, then returned to his dinner pot as if she did not exist.
“The sudden cold, rainstorm caused the tire pressure light to come on. I was afraid I would blow out a tire if I kept going, so I stopped at a gas station to check the tire pressure. There wasn’t one right off the highway, so I got a little lost. I found an old, covered Phillips station about 15 miles down a country road.”
“It was, because my tires were actually a little low, so I filled them up.”
“Do I really look that dumb!? You’re grounded, no car for a month!”