Anyway, we were supposed to have forty minutes for a workshop, which is short for a shape-note workshop, but we really could have made it work. Except that, on account of rain, we got shut down after twenty minutes, which leads me to suspect that the people who run the Experimental Station really did not think this event through. Seriously, it took me more time than that to walk there from my house.
But all was not lost. Just as I got to the Experimental Station, I saw . . . a chicken. Wandering around 61st Street. As I watched this chicken, it dawned on me that a question of great philosophical import was going to be explored in a deeply practical, yet at the same time mystically spiritual, application. The chicken was going to cross the road.
As it turns out, the reason that at least this particular chicken might cross a road, specifically 61st Street, is in fact to get to the other side. So the trip was not all in vain. I have asked a Great Question of the universe, and I have received an answer.
Next up: Sound experiments in one-handed clapping, and the remote felling of trees in uninhabited wilderness locations.