Greetings festive readers. Thanks for being here. Kushan spring is upon us and life feels like new again.
I missed yesterday’s post because I was visiting with Max Gavaskar herself.
After breakfast my friend Dorian Thain picked me up at my house in a staff water car. We drove out of Harappa City on the Mandan Road. Max’s place is just a few clicks out of town. Tall trees let you see the location of her place from a long way off.
Her compound has trees and other plants from all arpound the galaxy. Anytime she could find a fland that could survive the environment of Kusha she brought one home for her garden. Quaranteen protocols prevented some of her collection but all the local schools bring their kids to Max’s garden to see the exotic plant life. Someday I’ll post about some of her botanical findings.
The structure is carved from a sandstone outcrop into a series of domes. Looking more like they grew out of the hillside than being constructed the beige, smooth spherical shells provide space for Max, her husband Dallas, her lab and rooms for visitors.
A natural spring is featured in the living room, an open space with curved windows that look out to the rolling hills and down to the Rodin River Gorge. The spring comes forth from a stone fountain on one wall and flows along a curved channel in the floor, some of it covered with plexi-shield and some open. Two of the spare bedrooms feature waterfalls.
Dorian and I were greeted by Andrew the groundskeeper. He directed us to a small office built in the same dome structure as the rest of the compound only seperate from the other domes. It was the office of Allan West, Max’s personal assistant. I’m sure Allan is very good at what he does, but . . . he doesn’t seem to understand Dorian Thain’s stature. I get that Max is famous all around the Milky Way and all, but Dorian has some pull too. What I’m trying to say is that Allan made us wait in his reception room. Dorian Thain, himself, waiting like any common solicitor. I’m kidding . . . slightly. I did get the hint that Mister West takes himself and his position very seriously.
We did, finally, get in to see Max and tomorrow I’ll tell you about our conversation.
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 88
Earth Year 2480
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