sugar_on_the_asphalt fyn gula there is a scheflera on the passenger seat of my pick-up truck, a left-over from my aunt dorothy's funeral. i drive east to the laurel highlands and it rests like a well-dressed woman, its long white flowers like the plumes of her hat pressed up against the roof. the ride home suddenly made sweet by the memory of dorothy's life. 030411 ... silentbob uh huh 030411 what's it to you? who go blather from