Date: Mon, 8 May 1995 11:43:51 -0700
Title: Ice Cream war?

Ely.si.um \i-'liz(h)-e--*m\ n [L, fr. Gk E-lysion] 1: the abode of the good
   after death in classical mytholody 2: PARADISE

 After death, heaven help us!  Are we judged
upon or after death, like the finish line at some sort of race?
I think it would be more interesting if we were judged during
the race, for such qualities as form or attitude or maybe even
something as abstract as -- intent.  We should at least be
informed of our after-life (or after-death?) fate while we're
still alive, and with enough time to revel in the decision (or not).
It's not until the finish line is crossed that we know whether or
not we won or lost.  Is elysium like that?  Are we
allowed a glimpse or even a sniff of the air in elysium while
"they" or "it" decides if we are or are not allowed entrance.

You don't have to be good or bad to be allowed entrance
into the Club Elysium, although there is a judgement made
before you can go in.  It's simple, as it is with many biker
establishments:  if you ride a Harley, you're 'in' with no
questions asked.  If no Harley -- you'd better know
someone or be with someone who owns one.

Hamm Sweet runs Club Elysium for me.  It's located in
downtown Brawley, Ca, near the local Foster's Freeze
drive-in.  Hamm has been known to send Yamaha and
Suzuki bike owners to "the place next door" because
Elysium had no more room for what he called "patrons".
Of course the manager at Fosters tries hard to be tolerant
of the non-Harley Biker crowd but it usually turns out badly
because he refuses to serve alcoholic beverages in his
'family' setting.  There has been a subtle feud between the
two establishments, and between Hamm and the Foster's
manager, Bill.

One time, a few weeks ago, Claire got an urge for ice
cream while sitting at Elysium drinking beers and went next
door for 15 gallons of ice cream.  She didn't know Hamm had
ice cream in stock, so when she showed up with the wagon
full of ice cream, Hamm yelled at her to leave, calling her a
quisling and other epithets which seemed suitable at the time.

quis.ling \'kwiz-lin_e\ n : a traitor who collaborates with the
  invaders of his country esp. by serving in a puppet government


Hmmm.  What's closure mean if it doesn't mean some
sort of finality?  Maybe it's a disease.
I lied.  It's not the end of my imposition upon your email!
Mondays are not elysium, simply another day.

d.




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