1.4 Kings and Ferries

Ted woke up and immediately trudged out to grab the newspapers. It used to be some kind of non-lucid battle between grabbing the papers before neighbors started borrowing them and starting the coffee. He was glad he had bought the automatic coffee maker.

As soon as Ted picked up all the papers off the hallway floor he got a tingle, but he could not tell from which one. On his way back in to the apartment, Ted looked at the wall covered with “sightings” and “tinglings” of something. Maybe his dead, or not dead, sister. Maybe a strange woman with her soul, if one believed in reincarnation. Ted would save that line of thought for later. It felt like he was looking for his sister, and so that’s what he called her on the wall of clippings. “Sister,” not her real name.

He remembered his dreams, and the one that stuck out the most was he and Tabithia were sitting on a small boat on the river Thames with German bombers flying overhead a smoking London. Also on the boat were three kings sitting on thrones and one empty throne. The three kings were arguing over whether the woman standing behind the chair could sit down and become a king. In his dream, Ted couldn’t actually hear what the kings were saying because the smoke, bombs, and airplanes were too loud. The river below them was filled with dead Britons and gold.

(Newspaper roll: difficulty 5- 3 sux = 2 red herrings. Punish the public. Negligence with nature.)

There were three stories that he thought might give him another extrasensory nudge, but nothing seemed to be narrowing the three down. The first was that the Mayor was shutting down the Ferry State Park for the weekend in order to force volunteer organizations to pick up trash and clean out some of the homeless dwellings. The ferry services were up in arms because they would be losing a weekend’s worth of service. It was an article only Brooklyn natives would care about. He thought back to his dream. This story was tangentially connected, but he knew sometimes that was enough. He couldn’t drop this clipping in to the wastebasket yet.

The other story was about a treasure hunter finding yet another Dutch slave ship filled with ivory and gold. The interviewer seemed to get a weak interview from some bar in Brooklyn from the treasure hunter. The interview read like a rock star interview. This story had less connection than the ferry one to his dream, but the small paragraph on the slave ship’s history seemed to invoke something in Ted. He put this article under the ferry article. Two from The Brooklyn Paper was not bad. The most he had was five from the Sunday Times, and he just gave up and headed to the bar that day.

The last story was about the pollution in the New York Bay. Tourists, beaches, what little fishing there was, etc. all contributing to some horribly polluted waters that the New York boroughs enclosed. Although this story came from the Post, different from the Ferry State Park story, it was like two signs in one.

The Park was not closed yet, and getting out in to this unusually nice weather would be great. Ted was not sure what, if anything, he could find at the Park. It was worth a look. First, he emailed the writer of the treasure hunter email congratulating her on the “excellent article.” Ted asked a few questions, mostly focusing on the history, that were not printed. Doubtless the editor did not want to turn it in to a slave history article in a paper largely read by minorities. Hopefully the reporter would have more to share.

The rest of the newspapers went in to the recycle bin, the ritual being completed.

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~ by Ravious on April 15, 2009.

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