A TALE OF SEPARATION
In a land where the sun always shined, there once were two tribes that lived together joyously: the Honeys and the Rocks. The Honeys were sweet and pleasant. The Rocks were tough and mean, but they would always work together gathering bits, planting chips. Despite their differences, they achieved great things. Together they built delicate devices that guided large iron birds from one far away place to another. Life was good.
One day a large man with a ledger in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other bellowed there was a better way. He sent the tribes new leaders who taught new rituals. Life was not happy for either the Honeys or the Rocks. The Rocks, led by a mighty warrior, left their home first. The Honeys being sweet and kind followed a new leader to a cold wet place. The two tribes were separated, seemingly never to see each other again until fate opened a portal. Now, it can be shown that both the Honeys and the Rocks are doing well.
The Rockwells (& some crashers)
The
Honeywells
As the picture clearly shows, the Honeywells have blossomed in their environment. It’s been a champagne and caviar existence for this dynamic group of trendsetters. Unfortunately, one can only conclude that the Rockwells used an inferior camera to represent themselves. It would be sheer folly to suggest that such degradation could happen over such a short span of time, but despite the clear indications of daily agony, the Rockwells are still managing to smile. Knowing that our brethren are still happily toiling in the sun, we take this moment to stop, to pause, and raise our long stem glasses in a toast to the riches we shared in times past.
Thanks to Walt Devensky for the photo & prose.
Thanks to Harry Pellegrino for passing it along.