Hello Troops,
Word has it that Pigs have flown! Yes, the news of pigs flying is spreading throughout the Space Center, the Imaginarium and Wonderland. What would cause these sows to soar? The answer is quite simple. Farmer McDonald told Mrs. McDonald that Mr. Williamson, and the rest of the Space Center's scores of staff and volunteers were taking a well earned two week summer holiday. The old rooster overheard their conversation, as he always does (he likes advance notice on which animal in the yard will be served when the McDonald's turn comes around to feed the circuit Preacher). The rooster told the crow, the crow told the field mouse and the field mouse told the pigs which caused such a shock to send them into flight. They were over the telephone wires when the shock wore off. Wonderland's Volunteer Fire Department has been called. The pigs should be back in their pen shortly.
With the Space Center closing for two weeks there is a spreading fear the fire of Imagination may dim world wide. Without the Space Center's high octane imaginative fuel, creativity may wane. Wonderland's talking heads are on the wireless right now talking about the implications of the Center's closing and the possibility such an event could trigger another mini Dark Age.
"There could be a complete break down of society. We could see the rule of law compromised as people lose hope in their future." One said over the crackle of background noise.
"Riots?" Questioned the moderator with shaken voice.
"I didn't say that. I didn't say that," he replied looking disturbed by his own thinking. "But it could be worse."
"Pillaging?"
"I didn't say that. I didn't say that," he replied looking even more disturbed by his thinking. "It could be worse."
"Brother against Brother?" Her right hand was over her chest. Her lips quivered
The commentator shook his head indicating her questions hadn't reached the 'warm' setting.
The camera turned once again to the moderator who was looking equally frightened by the road her questions were taking them. Her face expressed the horror of her thoughts as the next question formed in her mouth.
"Cannibalism!?" She gasped. The camera shifted to the commentator. His chair was empty. He stood at the elevator in a mad dash to get home to protect his family.
Within minutes many of Wonderland's children were seen running for the fields in terror of their once benevolent neighbors. Imaginations ran unchecked by reason. All wondered what would happen to the world with the Space Center's doors closed, even it was for two weeks.
Then, just as the panic reached our beloved There and Back Again Lane, a bulletin was released from the Space Education Center.
IN RESPONSE TO THE NEWS THAT THE SPACE EDUCATION CENTER WILL BE CLOSED FOR TWO WEEKS, THE SPACE CENTER ISSUES THE FOLLOWING CORRECTION.All will be well. The Center opens for missions on August 17th. The world will return to normal. There will be no ice age. The sky will not fall. Banks will not fail and people will not look at each other as a month's food supply.
The Space Center will be closed to missions, but the office will be open for two hours per day to handle incoming calls and emails. The programmers will be in testing the Magellan's new starship controls. The programmers will also be debugging the Galileo's new Cocoa controls. The Space Center's Maintenance Department will be in installing new set decorations for the Voyager and the Magellan. Repairs on the Galileo's torpedo launching system will be carried out. Fear Not! The Center is never really closed.
We are a thought away.
Babbatt looks across the rainy field waiting for news the Center has reopened. Loneliness keeps her company. She will wait by the window and will be there tomorrow.
I realize that the Center's brief closing may seem like you've lost a dear friend. Don't be like Babbatt. Get outside and have some fun (a suggestion for our visitors - an order for the staff and volunteers).
It's now 12:01 on Saturday. We finished the Leadership Camp at 6:00 P.M. The season's second Super Overnight Camp started at 5:00 P.M. The Super Overnight Campers (SOC) are out of the Voyager on a landing party into the school's hallways. I'm hoping they don't find the alien intruders (our exhausted staff) fast asleep in attack position.
We will put them to bed at 2:00 A.M. The staff and volunteers will get some sleep and the camp will end at 10:00 A.M. tomorrow. Afterwords a series of private missions ending at 8:00 P.M.
The season ends with a student film crew renting the Voyager to film a movie until 2:00 A.M. Sunday.
The younglings are returning from their away team experience, they are screaming in the hall. That's my signal to go lay down and monitor the evening's proceedings from the comfort of my pad.
Mr. W.
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