THE TAPPING OF THEIR STICKS...

ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO, I WAS A GUEST OF AN OLD TIME FRIEND WHO LIVED ON ROSELAWN, GLENDALE.  HE WAS VERY GRACIOUS AND TOOK ME TO (GOD HELP ME) DEUKAMAGION PARK AT THE FOOT OF SAN GABRIELS.  THE SANTA ANAS HAD BLOWN ALL NIGHT, BUT QUITED DOWN.  WE TOOK A SMALL HIKE UP A TRAIL.  THERE WERE A NUMBER OF SCHOOL KIDS THERE ON A FIELD TRIP, AND THEY HAD LONG STICKS IN THEIR HANDS,,,THEY WERE ALL TOGETHER AND LISTENING TO THEIR TEACHER,,,WONDERFUL CHILDREN....AS THEY LISTENED, THEY SUDDENLY BEGAN TO TAP THEIR STICKS ON THE ROCK SURFACE BELOW....IT WAS SOME KIND OF A SPIRITUAL THING IN MY EARS,,,ROD AND I HAD ASCENDED UP THE TRAIL AND WE COULD LOOK DOWN ON THIS DAY IN A CHILD'S LIFE....THE TAPPING....I COULD FEEL THE SOULS OF CHILDREN....GENTLE TAPS, YET, SO PERSONAL, IT SEEMED.  ROD AND I WENT UP QUITE AWAYS, AND STOPPED TO LOOK OUT AND OVER THE LOS ANGELES BASIN.....THE AIR HADE BEEN STRIPPED OF MAN'S SMOKE,,,,JUST AIR..AND THE OCEAN AND THE BIG SHIPS AT SEA SEEMED TO BE IN OUR BACK YARD,  I UNDERSTOOD MORE CLEARLY WHY OCEAN VIEW WAS SO NAMED....BACK THEN.  THE KIDS WENT TO THEIR BUS TO TAKE THEM BACK,,,,,NO SOUND,,NO TAPS...JUST...NOTHING....BUT, JUST EVERYTHING RECORDED WHERE IT CAN NEVER BE TAKEN AWAY.....THANKS, ROD....NEVER FORGET IT.......B