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Some of us parked our cars
with headlights aimed at the foot of the
hill, giving us a bright target area
at the bottom.
We headed up the hill
dragging our wooden toboggans:
a variety of sizes,
my four seater, a couple of deuces,
Jeremy’s monster
that seated eight.

Above us the top, stars hung
like a massive opera chandelier.
The dark hill swooped down
like more night sky
to the glowing patch at the bottom.

Giggling riders sandwiched themselves onto
their wooden carpets
hugging the shoulders
or more intimately, chests
and thigh clenching the hips before them
a little wiggle, and the toboggans
began their contour-hugging glide
gathering speed over the
surprising night-black snow.

The early silent ribbon-ride
degenerated into
a screaming roller-coaster
as the moguls turned the toboggan
into a bottom-smacking
gnout that left tailbone
and teeth ready to confess
to any imaginable sin.

The return haul up into the darkness
was repeated by fewer toboggans
fewer riders until finally
the patch of light disappeared
and silence descended
the rutted snow
in peace.

A toboggan is a device made for sliding down a snowy slope. It consists of perhaps ten to twelve thin tongue-and-grooved slats of wood fastened together into a long platform that is cuved up and back at the front end. Sometimes these have a thin cushion for passengers. Tail-bone injuries are common, as are concussions which occur when the toboggan collides with a tree. Riders sit as they would on a floor, straddling easch others’ hips, and hugging the person ahead. It is a pretty intimate sensation, and very popular on outdoor winter dates, in a rough-and-tumble way.

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Im with stoopid
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Bomb!ay
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When is complex thought
invited to attend this world?

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First Night

The bari’s laryngitis for his first time on the stage
built a backstage tension no lozenge could assuage.
The bass was getting nervous: he had a tricky part;
in “Sh Boom” he sings a counterpoint—the timing is an art.

The lead was clearly nervous: he projected pale faced calm;
he’d written jokes with the tenor, and hoped they wouldn’t bomb.
the tenor was realistic: he knew from his great experience
that smiles and energy overcome the audience’ hearience.

So what do you think then happened, with the nerves and the throat and the jokes?
They stood and sang and they minted gold with the song and the tag and the post.


The four parts of a barbershop quartet:

Tenor: the high part, usually sung in falsetto
Lead: the melody part
Bari: the baritone, the harmony part, ranging from above the lead to the bass range
Bass: the lowest part, the foundation for the quartet’s sound




Tag: the flourish of sustained chords at the end of most barbershop tunes (Barbershoppers often learn tags by themselves because they are so much fun to sing.)
Post:  a long note, ususally sung by the lead or tenor, that resolves, gloriously, at the end of  the tag.

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