By Bob Bady, Spring 2021

J:
Wally, I’ve noticed some stirrings at our place the past few years. More doings than just the mice. A bunch of people were having workdays, fixing the place up, getting rid of the rot from all those different roof angles. It was nice to see. I thought, OK, so the place won’t just crumble to the ground. It will be lived in, maybe by someone who will till the bean patch, like that young couple several years back.

But Wally, now they’re talking about turning it into some kind of museum, and make a website to go with it! I didn’t much like it when people put us on a pedestal, make us into special people who could do things they couldn’t do. They even want to have docents. Unbelievable! Maybe they will have statues of us with flowers and fruit baskets around the base. 

W:
Woman, I hear you, let’s look at this. I think if they focus on what we tried to do, tried to be non-violent in the way we lived, some good will come of it. 

J:
How will two dead people and their shack help them live with less violence? 

W:
We cared about and loved a lot of people. And they loved us back. Some of those people are still alive and they’re our community. I think they understand what we were about and they’re not going to turn us into deities. This community is what’s left of us on earth, it’s going to do what it’s going to do. 

J:
Well, Wally, you’re probably right. There’s nothing we can do about it at this point. Nothing that’s non-violent anyway. Maybe they’ll have a harvest dinner with lots of snow peas. 

W:
I’d like to see some dancing. I just hope Bob doesn’t start putting words in our mouths. When we met him all those years ago he was a wet behind the ears kid who thought he knew everything. He’s still got some dampness behind those ears.