Yesterday afternoon's activities at Domino's, heretofore imbued with the excitment of a melting snowball,  were suddenly transformed by a sunset for the ages. Certainly the wide, thin cloud belt, reminiscent of children stretcing cotton  rolls was admirable. No less thought provoking was the crystal clear sky behind them...but then  a weary sun descended into perfect position and the scene became art.  Soft underbellies of clouds belched forth a brilliant orange more beautiful than anything man ever made. The rest of the belt supplied righ harmonies of shadngs from white to dark grey, and the most amazing sight was far to the right of the orange....three rays reaching up through the vast sea of fluff and stretching toward the heavens in perfect imitation of Renaissance masterworks.

 Three employees bore mute, openmouthed testimony to the tableau, one of whom was Dan Toms. Seven years of association has proven him to be a practical gent with an accurate, at times ascerbic wit. As a rule, Dan gets excited over no matters more asthetic than his bonus or the odds of a winning greyhound. He may have danced for joy at his son's birth a year ago, but on one weary occasion forgot little William's name. Nevertheless, he provided the event's exclamation point.

 
" Boys, I think I got a hard on."

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor