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House of Noh!

Monday, October 18, 2004

Yesterday Hadley M. made us all go to an Apple Orchard. She said that it would be a fun Autumn activity. During the drive there, she made us all sing along to Bon Jovi’s song Living on a Prairie which she kept playing on repeat. But once we got to the orchard, things got better after that. They had a Hay Ride, and a Pumkin Jumpkin, and a Goat Grab, and a Gourd Smash, and a Donut Eat, and all sorts of other things to do. My favorite was the Organ-Ize ride, pattered after Steinbeck’s book In Dubious Battle, where, for three orange pumpkin shaped tickets, you could stand in this olde tyme General Store at night and read rousing Red propaganda and inspirational organizational speeches written for apple pickers off a karoeke screen while robot strike-breakers and company men beat you with ax handles, until a shotgun blast went off – that signified the end of the ride. Then you could either pay three more orange pumkin shaped tickets and keep going or let somebody else have their turn. There was a pony ride there too, you know, the kind where there’s like this revolving wheel and ponies are tied to the spokes so that they have to walk around in circles. There was a human guy tied to a spoke and he was pushing the thing around in a circle. Nobody was riding on that guy, all the kids wanted to ride on the ponies. I didn’t really want to ride on that guy anyway, I was just afraid he’d have hurt feelings if nobody the whole day rode on him. The ticket taker said that I was too heavy for him. Then I got yelled at for trying to feed that guy a bite of my donut – I guess they’re bad for him. Everybody was having lots of fun until somebody (and I won’t tell you who) got a black eye at the Apple Gauntlet. Then we all had to go home. The rest of us all agreed: this was the best fall apple orchard trip ever!

Brian 3:51 PM

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