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2000: CLARKSVILLE, TENNESSEE
|The Saturday evening banquet offered fare suitable for both grazers
and carnivores. Dining among mangani tribes is a memorable experience.
Taking a cue from those around me, I was soon snarling possessively over
my alloted portion of dripping meat and other morsels gathered from the
hills of Tennessee. The larger voracious bulls lost no time in returning
to the site of the kill to pick clean the carcass.
|But the highlight of this savage event was the pyrotechnics display.
We had been encouraging von
Horst to make an appearance on his unicycle while juggling flaming
So our first thought when the room erupted into flames after the
main course was that the entertainment had begun!
||As the smoke cleared though, we realized it was Hilda, the inn-keeper,
bearing her masterpiece -- a flaming dessert. Unfortunately, our ever-vigilante
had not been warned of this piece de resistance in advance.
His favourite silk tie caught fire while he was stomping on the dessert
tray in an effort to douse the flames.
|After coffee was served, a steady stream of mangani bulls knuckled
their way to the earthen mound to deliver their own distinctive grunts
and growls. The most impressive bull was, of course, the leader of the
tribe, Tublat, who shattered the still of the Tennesee night with
his horrific victory cry. This sound, obviously, is unknown in the Tennessee
hills, as shrieks of terror and a crash of silver and glass suddenly
emanated from the kitchen area.
||Guest of honour, Mary Burroughs, took the opportunity to propose
a toast of thanks to Jim Thompson for the incredible job he had
done in hosting the Moon Maid ECOF. She assured everyone that this event
would generate many fond memories of the friendships recently made in ERBdom.
Jim in turn responded by thanking Mary and Barry Stubbersfield for
travelling so many miles to attend the gathering.
||Ken Webber received the ERB Lifetime Achievement Award
in absentia. Apparently he had been abducted before the feast by the treacherous
Predator and his tribe.
|Satiated at last, the full-bellied tribe waddled to a clearing where
I witnessed an incredible display of posturing and posing amid the brilliant
flash of lightning bolts cast by ara. JoN, recently accepted to
the ERBapa waiting list looked on enviously as this elite group of ERB
scholars posed for their photo. We were both excited however, when Tarak
called us over to pose with the members of the equally elite THB Listers.
||Henry Franke kept appearing and disappearing. He searched most
of the weekend for his lost eye glasses. Even Bob O'Malley joined
in the fruitless search. By Monday we noticed that Henry had expanded his
search to include the University of Louisville campus. Perhaps he
can let us know if his quest was successful.
||Seated beside Ghak.
I talked and talked... he was just so interested in all my stories. We
talked about the elimination of dust bunnies, my kids, that cute little
sun dress I saw in downtown Clarksville, my Amtorian
Gardens, the possibilities for a pork brain franchise, recipes
for turnip greens and collards...and so on and so on...
|| After the lengthy photo session, OJT made the rounds with
his traditional guest book signing.
Yeates made an artistic notation while JoN listed ALL
of his websites, completely filling the margins...
||In the course of the evening, I looked in occasionally on the BB
board meeting. Members were holding up remarkably well in this marathon
endurance test. They kept hoping that Hilda would take pity and
consent to providing breakfast! Alas... that was not to be. I never did
hear what they finally accomplished.
Rumour was that they were still sequestered when we left Sunday
||Sunday afternoon saw the departure of most of the ECOF attendees.
While Sue and I spent Sunday morning bragging about and
comparing our respective anatomical renderings by Tom Yeates, engineer
Perry rounded up his R&R crew for boarding the last train from
||Tarak had invited us to ride with him to visit George's ERB
collection in Louisville.
As I waited for Tarak to finish packing his huckster and auction
loot, I decided to surprise him with a souvenir of his adventure in the
jungle. The gigantic plant that mangled THB's truck bumper will menace
||After many prolonged adieus, JoN and I, Tarak, Tracy and Laurence
headed north for Louisville. The first stop along the way was the
museum in Bowling Green, Kentucky. It was a thrill to sit behind the
wheel of the latest edition Stingray.
I just couldn't seem to get the hang of shifting gears...
We stopped at a Steak 'n Shake. Since Tarak was dying
for a cigarette, he strategically placed me in front of the No Smoking
sign. Clever and resourceful is THB.
"Whaa... no fish 'n' chips, blood pudding, bangers and mash, moo
goo gai pan, bok choy. sharkfin soup...
what kinda place is this?"
Tarak had given us a full promotional spiel
for the movie Gladiator, which he had seen back in Toledo.
So we were all somewhat disappointed when all we could find was a multi-plex
theatre with miniscule screens.
||Next morning, I escorted the ERB commandos on their pilgrimage to the
Library on the University of Louisville campus. The heart of
this library is George
McWhorter's world famous ERB Memorial Collection. GTM has
donated and maintains this fine collection in memory of his mother, Nell
||At 10:30 George innocently welcomed the ERB commandos but he
soon rued having made the invitation. George, ever the great host, answered
all our questions and shared a constant parade of rare and unusual ERB
items. He never hesitated in allowing us to handle or photograph rare items
usually locked in display cases.
By noon however, the antics of this unruly quintet had pushed him to
the limit. He almost did something rash with ERB's straight razor... but
I restrained him in time.
||JoN and Tarak
continued dueling with their notorious digital cameras. Many of their pictures
are, or will be, displayed on their respective websites.
After 6 hours in this Oparian treasure vault, I finally managed to drag
the two tawny-haired ones away so we could catch our flight. But...WHERE
did we park the truck???
| After trekking through a maze of jungle pathways, Tarak's
uncanny sense of direction and homing instincts eventually led us back
to his Toledo flyer. THB kindly dropped us off at the Louisville
airport to catch our flight back to the northland and he headed back
to the wilds of Ohio.
Starting in next
week's ERBzine is a 16-website virtual tour of the McWhorter Memorial ERB
See our ECOF Scrapbook sites for larger versions of most of the
photos featured in Dejah's Diary Parts I-IV.
Many thanks to Tarak for sharing some of his photos for Dejah's
All photos with a BW or TK prefix are courtesy of THB.
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