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    YONDER WATERS

    A Memoir of a Bygone World

    7/17/2010

    Eridanus

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    YO NDE R WA T E R S

    A MEMOI R OF A B YG ONE WORL D

    B Y E RIDAN US

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    There was a time when we were all young, that the world was a safer place to be living in and to raise a family in, at least fromour parents' points of view. That type of thinking is what makes all generations the same - as well as what makes all generationsdifferent. Ours wasa world where no terrorism existed. Ours isa world where people die everyday in bombings around theglobe. Ours wasa world where governments had some control over society, and people behaved rationally (or so we thought).Ours isa world where irrational exuberance added with two pints of militaristic bilgewater and mixed and shaken and thenput in a bowl with confidence playing scumbuckets and amoral investment brokers, blended on high and with the cap off, hasled to a crisis of confidence and a civilization about to go down the drain of the jon... if only we could stop that somehow. Thismemoir, however, is not about any of that financial bloodshed. Rather, it is about the simpler times we lived in, our generation,my generation, as kids on the brink of adolescence, spending the summer at Camp Nissicone, sitting by Lake Nissicone, andpondering the meaning of life while commanding sailboats on not-so-sunny-days and daydreaming about former glories, greatempires of mankind, and looking out across the yonder waters of destiny to meet with a clairvoyant vision of our common fate.This is the story of a happier day.

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    Ryan walked onto the beach from the back of the dorm house wearing no shirt, only a pair of water shoes and swimmingshorts, his hair all wet and his body gleaming from the rays of the sun reflecting off his scrawny body covered in beads of sweatand water. He was a Caucasian youth, blonde hair, equally stupid, sucralose abuser, hyperactive, and smelled of equal parts

    body odor and creek kel p. Here was your quintessential troublemaking Michigander.

    I sat on the beach, looking at the sky and trying to make sense of the weather. I put my finger into my mouth, just like ababy sucks his thumb, and then licked all around the sandy index digit. I pulled my finger out, and shoved it into the heavens amere two or three feet (more like two and a half) above my head. The wind was blowing in a southwesterly direction. That was agood sign, as today was not going to rain. God would not use us as his target practice when he would have to relieve himself as Iusually did to the soaps in the urinals when I was in school (now as an adult I still do this; most college boys, even those on the

    brink of graduation like moi, tend to make sophomoric cracks about trying to and/or succeeding at drilling oil holes andstriking pink yellow colored black gold in the soaps...). In the very least, we'd have a clear day. Suddenly tasting the acrid

    gustinence of crystalized silicone in my mouth, I decided to extract the dehydrated dirt as soon as possible, and forcefully spatout the sand from the orifice built into my noggin. I would be spitting sand some twelve minutes later, when Ray, the counselor,caught up to me, and told me that spitting was unsightly. His words, of course, I have neutered in the interests of professionalismand to avoid defecting and corrupting today's youth when they read my memoir.

    Ray walked up to Ryan, and slapped the boyish punk on the left shoulder, his palm connecting with the layer of skinand muscle above the shoulder blade. Ryan let out a soft 'ooh!" and promptly looked up. "Go put on a shirt, boy," was all that Raysaid to him. I had one on already, thus I didn't solicit receipt of such treatment.

    We walked to the cafeteria and lined up for lunch. It was called 'dinner' here, since l unch is originally American slangfor what British and more cultured peoples (or so they believe) tend to call 'dinner' and what we call dinner is actually 'supper'.The reason for this disparity in language is that some Europeans still have soups as part of their dinner meal, which makes it'supper' (due to the presence of soup), and traditionally, dining without soup makes the meal be known just as 'dinner'. Noknowledge of why in Sam's Hill breakfast is known by that name, mind you. I still don't know. For all its reliability anddistrustability by the academic elites, I have not found the answer (or a satisfiable one) to our common question on why

    breakfast is so named on Wikipedia, oh reader, my dear friend.

    Ryan arrived at lunch two minutes too late, but he didn't really give much of a hoot about that, since all he needed asa sucralose addict was petrochemical sugar alternatives, and today he decided that instead of shoving it into his depakote pillsas he normally would do, with Ray and the Bosnian (or what it Romanian? I cannot remember clearly...) counselor lookingelsewhere, heads a-turned towards the female counselors they may have been dating for all a bunch of ten year old boys couldcare, Ryan decided today he'd snort the petrosugar in full view of the counselors. He got a funny feeling in his nasal passages,and got a bit woozy, but was alright as far as any of us could tell.

    Ryan was you average idiot. He didn't give a hoot whether he was going to live or die; he just wanted to live life likethere was no tomorrow. The only African American kid in the group was more businesslike, he'd look at things from theperspective of how he could gain at a profit and make others gain too, but at neither profit nor loss. At least he is not like some

    big megacorps today that want the average person to lose. Since I cannot remember his name, we'll just call him 'Steve'. Steve was my nemesis of sorts, but also a person whom, now looking back, taught me to stand up for myself because he alwaysantagonized me. My speech was too much of Chinklish and not enough English, my writing was describable in the same termsunder the name of their favorite card game that was christened by the cardgamers of yore with a profanity, and my manners

    way to weird and different for him to tolerate. Now that I can see back to then, I can say that I may have displayed foreignnessin a way he couldn't understand, which made him look at me as being different, and thus scary to deal with. For all the cortisolhe caused me to produce in my microcosm, I produced an equal or greater amount of fear in him.

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    Steve scoffed at Ryan's snorting of petrosugars, and, ahead of our time back then, asked Ryan if he knew what was inthe sugar he just snorted. I think he rattled off a list of chemical ingredients, but I don't remember any. I wasn't paying attention.By the way, my friend, I also happen to be hyperactive, though not as much as Ryan and since I am a protocol-following,pattern-profiling, highly principled person, I tend to not to behave in ways that seem overtly ADHD. I tend to behave and talkand socialize like any normal human being, medication or none (I follow my doctors instructions to the letter, most of the time

    when I have time to do so; do remember that I am a newspaper publisher and I chose to write this doggone memoir so you can

    read about my life and enjoy the pleasures of a bygone era if you were born post September 2001...) and I write like a poet, or so Ihave been told. The only part of me not so human as far as anyone else would have it, is my ability to handle abstract concepts way beyond the scope of someone my age with my limited worldly experience and with a normal level of intelligence. Myintelligence is anything but normal. I have tested as low as 105, and as high as 136, but anywhere in that range is always goingto be considered 'above average IQ' unless human beings get a mental operating system upgrade. In that case my above-average to genius level of intelligence range will be pretty much a normal level of intelligence, and I can continue to act as ifnothing ever went amiss.

    After lunch we broke up into activity groups, and I went a-sailing!

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    Our sailing instructor was a guy whose name, for all his great compassion and storied Naval Commander life experience (hepurportedly commanded a frigate during the first Gulf War, though I am not certain he saw any actual combat; still, hats offand a boy scout salute to him), is not fetch-able from my internal memory relational databases; thus we shall call him 'Bob". Bob,as I have aforementioned, was a former US Navy officer. He probably did something else than teach people how to sail lake

    boats (such as the world-famous Sunfishes which we sailed in to learn to sail) while he did his stint in the Navy, but his job atCamp Nissicone was to teach a group of ten and eleven year olds how to command a sail boat on a sunny day. Or, if we wanted a

    bit more adventure, on a rainy day. As it was, the first day had been a rainy day. Today was only a windy day. No rain clouds insight, save for a formation of cumulonimbus clouds-of-the-line.

    Today was the day we'd have our regatta. As it was, I made the ultimately wise decision not to participate, but being agenius, I had a wide, long, and deep metaphorical box of reasons not to participate. Others went by simpler means of thought,and thus only two other people chose to stay the competition and pass up the chance to win an award (because of adverse

    weather conditions, no one was able to win an award and the US Coast Guard had to send in a helicopter from nearby Alpena,Michigan, to find one of the sailboats that had gotten lost and derelict with passengers on board due to high winds and poorskippering). Everyone else chose to go.

    The sailboats set out and were quickly caught up in every windstream that headed in any direction but the right one.One sailboat grounded, one was caught in kelp off the shore of Ghost Island (the island that was about 100 meters offshore theCamp Nissicone boathouse, named after a phantom vehicle that keeps appearing around the Alpena area which looks likesome form of Tin Lizzie; the phantom vehicle is said to drive acrossthe lake and come to a phantom garage on the island, thoughI've never seen that happen while I was at camp that summer...), one, which we'd mentioned, was pulled by rip currents all the

    way off to the river which the creek or lake (what ever you want to call it) emptied into, one capsized, and two more returnedhome long overdue, but before the Coast Guard were able to locate the idiot skipper who was pulled off by rip currents.

    In retrospect I made the right choice. Those who went on the water made a decision that was not just stupid, it was intotal disregard of their lives. Fortunately nobody was hurt, or Bob and a few other counselors plus some high ranking YMCAofficials have been out of work right the next day. That would have hurt our economy back then. Fortunately all the boatersreturned unharmed. Maybe some urine and feces down the pants, but otherwise unharmed.

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    Later that day, we arrived at the open-air amphitheater that in yesteryear had served a double duty as an open-air chapel tohear Ray and our Bosnian counselor give a speech about love and friendship. As opposed to in the morning, about this timeRyan was fully clothed, wearing a style of fashion somewhat ahead of our time: cargo shorts, flip flops and a tank top, whereas I

    was wearing only my swim pants, sneakers, and an unbuttoned hillbilly denim jacket (which my mother gave me when myfamily lived in a hillbilly Pennsylvanian borough in Clarion County). I had no socks on at the time, and boy, did bare feet intennis shoes feel absolutely nasty!Of course, I was no naughty little boy; I had just gone for a swim, and thus this time it was I

    who was soaked in water, and where the bare skin, coated only by a thin layer of sweat and water beads, touched the raw air, Iwas shimmering like a mermaid. This was the most likely reason a couple of younger girls giggled when they saw me. Or it mayhave been that I looked like some sort of hillbilly gangster boy, sitting in the middle of an ever-enlarging puddle of wet cementand bodily hydraulics dripping onto the concrete seat several drops a second.

    After the speech, there was a community announcement, and then it was off to dinner! Ryan went back to our dorm

    house (also known as a camp cabin) and shed his shirt, arriving late as usual at the camp diner in nothing but water sandals anda pair of swim trunks. I was still wearing a swimming shorts, tennis shoes, and an unbuttoned denim jacket. About three minutesinto the lunch session, I buttoned it up, as it had started to rain outside, and the air inside the diner became code due to the lawof energy equilibrium discovered, as I later found out, by some French guy, whose name I seem to have forgotten forever, at leastuntil I look it up again. That, dear reader, I have no time for as of now. I must, no, I choose to tell you my story.

    Thus we continue.

    After dinner, which should be called supper, in line with camp policy, we headed off to swimming class. For somereason, possibly veiled racism, and possibly also my autism (I have PDDNOS which puts me on the autism spectrum, in additionto my ADHD), the camp counselors decided I should relearn how to swim. From the first full day of camp hence, I rebelledagainst that stratopolitical idiocy, and chose to stand up for myself by not taking anyswimming lessons whatsoever. HenceforthI was banned from touching the water except at drinking fountains, when showering, or while taking sailing lessons.Furthermore, the counselor who passed the moronic decree became in my view a powerless and unbelievably haughtyarchnemesis. In any case he was trying to teach me something, in hindsight probably other than my inability to swim or myinferiority of race (he was freaking Asian to begin with, so racism would have meant he was pretty psychotic) or anythinghaving to do with my behavioral or autistic tendencies; in hindsight he might have been trying to teach me to fight, because ashis behavior with other counselors pointed out quick enough even for a young boy of about ten to realize, he was a fighter punk,not a disciplined, high-integrity martial artist likegua rentoday, but rather an undisciplined brawler whom looked at fightingas some form of sport and wanted to get a young Chinese kid into trouble so that he could lend me back my decency anddignity by rescuing me when he had me in his malevolent talons. I gave him no such opportunity. For me he was just a dumbmule, and I was the dragon. Anyone who's ever messed with a dragon, especially when said person is a dumb mule that cannotspeak, is bound to be fried and have their face eaten (figuratively speaking of course).

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    When it was time to go to the nighttime campfire, I walked along with the rest of the crew. I was barefoot and half naked bynow, having shed my denim jacket after the stint at the beach. I also had shed my tennis shoes, the soles of which were muddyand wet. I now walked barefoot and bare-chested into the campfire circle. I looked around me, hugged myself due to pre-heatwave Michigan temperatures, and dreamily imagined seeing a wraith-like figure standing by me, holding a massivecrescent-shaped halberd, and wearing blood-red armor in the old Manchurian style which my ancestors wore into battle whenthey took over the Imperial Ming Chinese forces and created the most decadent dynasty in the history of the Chinese race (and

    were rewarded by being fully inducted into the Chinese race as the fifty-fifth ethnic group [the fifty sixth being the Tibetans]).I looked around me to confirm my sighting, but nothing appeared beside me from that moment until a bit of time later. I drankthe milk that was handed out, and promptly started to enjoy myself in the stands beside the campfire (kids younger than eleven

    were not allowed to get near the fire for fear of burn liability litigations on the part of the camp).

    I sang the songs and showed my general enthusiasm for the group collective culture and then somewhere along the

    way I fell into a deep stupor and lay upon the seat and started to dream of a massive ocean-going fleet (I will get into this in tadmore detail in another book. Wait eagerly for the release of Yonder Destinyand Yonder Oceansif you want to read about mydreams of the ocean) that was headed for some u nknown and non-physical treasure buried not on any island but in the hearts ofhumankind somewhere in the near future. I dreamt I was the captain of one of these oceangoing sea vessels, not the big fleetcaptain, but a significant captain nonetheless. I dreamed of sailing across timeless oceans and boundless seas, sometimes in viewof the coastline of a small Pacific island, and sometimes out in open waters with sharks and orca swimming beside the boatmaking us feel in the company of a great society of diverse life on Earth.

    The next thing I knew, I was awoken by one of the counselors. The fire had died down, the stars were out in full force,and the group was getting ready to leave. I got up, and walked back to the line, walked down the sandy lot, walked across agrassy knoll, half asleep, dreaming of endless prairies and cute wombats running around looking for their burrows, of cuter

    bunnies hopping along with me, and of the cutest, plush, flying winged dragons you'll ever meet in a dream, totally non-threatening, and fighting off the nightmares that would have arrived with the sighting of a wraith warrior. In retrospect the

    warrior ghost may have been a positive omen of a happy night, or a negative omen of a more dangerous world to come. As theold Chinese curse goes, "May you live in interesting times".

    When I had fully undressed, and fallen asleep in the top window-side bunk, sleeping in my khaki cargo shortsunderneath the covers of my blanket, I started to dream a dream about the meaning of life and the great oceangoing voyagethat was headed off to meet with my destiny and with infinity one day in the future.

    Little did I know at that point I'd be writing this memoir here and now...

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    I dreamt and dreamed and dreamed and dreamt of years gone by in my dreams. I was still a ten year old boy, but the world, oh,was it different! The wars of old have been fought and won, victory has been gotten and the enemies of peace and prosperitycrushed by the merciful and compassionate fist of capitalism! Had this been anything but a waking nightmare in today'ssociety, it would have been, in rear-sight, laughable. Yet today we see a world plagued by war and none of the above is true;rather, all of the opposite of the above is present in this world. We are fighting two wars in foreign places far away that nobodyreally cares until somebody comes home in a box. Then we give a hoot. But only for a short while. Then we go back to shoppingfor Yuletide presents and financing the big megacorps that fuel the wars our troops are dying in to eek out a profit in thealready-over-eeked-out world we live in. Sooner or later-most likely sooner-we will have to pay the ultimate price for oursurvival as a human race. A week ago I saw on the television news a report of a turtle making a home video that was thenuploaded to Youtube, a video sharing site. If turtles are accidentally sophisticated enough to use human technology like home

    video DV camcorders, then it can only mean several things, one of which is that Gaia is already thinking of replacing thehuman race as the dominant race on this planet. This may be in the works already. If we do nothing about our misconduct

    towards our common planetary parent, raping our Earth Mother and all, then we shall die the very slow and painful death allpeople will have to die when the world as we know it ceases to be hospitable to the germ called people. A world without peopl emay in fact be a wonderful world, just not for us. Shape up, folks, or ship out. And don't screw up the next world we get. It may bethe last second chance, and we might not have it for very long. Somehow I get the feeling we won't even have a second chance...

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    In my dream, the oceangoing vessels were not of any origin on Earth; rather, they appeared to be of nonhuman origin. Yet theystill were manned by human beings, and they still floated, sailed, and drove like any man-made boat. They went from one endof the Pacific to the other, then back, and back again, until the fleet admiral realized that the buried treasure he sought after

    was not in the subterranean depths of any continental shoreline or island beach, rather, it was deep inside the hearts of allmankind. That was the first part of the meaning of life. The second being the way to get to it. The only way to attain the meaningof life was a to live a life of forceful silent meditation. The way to do this meditation was to do all work we do in everyday life asif we were doing it for someone besides us. Even if it were to read a book. We are to read for humanity. We are to imagineeveryone, all nearly seven billion of us on Planet Earth today, as well as the hundreds of millions who came before us, thehundred billions of hundred billions to succeed us, and the supreme judges of the human existence, those higher beings we sofeel to be watching our every move and protecting us, sitting together with us in this room. They could be sitting on the head of apin, or if no pins are nearby, sitting on the waterline over our morning tea or our fair trade coffee. We are reading this book,aloud or in silent, but they are attuned to our thoughts, and they seek to understand our deepest intentions and fears, and to

    help us along our way. We must be understanding of those who have not been born, and seek to provide for their futureexistence. We must remember those whom died to give us our current state of inner peace as we read this memoir. Dear reader,my friend, should you take these words to heart, please do so by giving this book to someone dear, and letting them read ittogether with you in a group. In fact, gather together a reading circle, and read this book as your first, thus you may understandhow to live a perfect life, one with meaning, and one filled with celestial grace.

    The ocean admiral, upon realizing his dreamed-of prize was deep inside him, chose not to sail any further, but insteadto sail aways home, and retrieve the treasure from within and to develop it until it became a powerful beacon, like a light house,upon which others could set their course for their life's meaning and purpose, and to meet their destiny in the most positivemeans that would benefit all humankind.

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    The next morning I woke up and it was raining. My happier day had ended, today I begin life anew. It is always a miracle towake up in the morning. Maybe we as humane beings should cherish that miracle...

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    FINE.