Yes, I know the phone is ringing. Just let it ring, for crying out loud. Don't people know we're on vacation? Jesus Christ on a bike, try to take a week off around this joint! What? Oh ... okay. It's the neighbor's phone. Stupid neighbors!
Hey, out there. You caught us taking a brief hiatus between the nothings that we have going on. (You can tell I'm on vacation because I say "hey" when I mean "hi" ... though that might also make me an NPR correspondent.) Everybody needs a little down time. We tend to have a little more than most people. In fact, you could argue that Big Green is a bit like a downtime reservoir. People come here to waste time; that's what makes the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill such a regional treasure. (And one man's trash, well ... you know the rest.) That's understandable - sometimes taking a hiatus can be heavy lifting. That's how people end up with hiatal hernias. (I'm just going to leave that right there.)
Okay, so ... when you're on vacation, you end up doing a bunch of stuff you don't ordinarily have time for. For me, that usually involves surfing the web, and in my idle wanderings a stumbled across another Big Green. No, I don't mean another BAND called Big Green - lord knows, there are at least one or two of those. This is a nutrition advocacy organization that works out of Detroit. Which means they are actually doing something USEFUL with our name, which is more than I can say for us. They're helping to feed people; we're wasting time with stuff like this. Case closed.
I haven't told our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee about the other Big Green because I don't want him to start doing what he always does, which is stew on something until smoke comes out of his ears. He sees threats everywhere, including the forge room at the mill, which mostly contains broken down machines and iron filings. When he wanders through there at night, he sees silhouetted in the darkness the hunched profiles of creatures he either invented or destroyed during his long, evil career. I can see how that might be unnerving, especially when you misplace your anti-depressant tabs the morning before. (We encourage Mitch to take his Paxil regularly. It's a kind of self-defense.)
Well, that's what we did on OUR winter vacation. And you?