bells kerry we'd be standing on the soccer field, when some girl was down and hurt and everybody there was absolutely silent. then these eerie bells from the church would kick in and it would feel like a scene in an alfred hitchcock film. very cryptic. 020825 ... . . 080105 ... once and future paddler perfect peeling rights 080106 ... c r 0 w l they came out from the back of the rustic, hay strewn barn floor of a barn-converted church in single file, seven fourteen year-old girls and boys, each one holding a bell tht sounded its individual peal. they wore multi-colored, collaged robes, flowing slightly in the small breeze made by the one in front. they stepped in silent unison, save the swish of the fabric against their various styles underneath. and when they played a song they wrote themselves, the standing only crowd of parents and family, friends and others, wept, each in their capacity to break emotively. dogs slept in balls. chickens pecked indiscriminately. 080106 what's it to you? who go blather from