I'm having a little computer trouble, or may be I've just caught the page as it is being updated.
The principal at Numonohi when it was my "prividedge" to be there was a graduate of the hallowed halls of Bob Jones University. His theology was bizzare and no doubt he damaged a lot of lives with his mumbo jumbo. But he looked good, sounded plausable and was charasmatic, so he was allowed to go on and on and on, on at least four continents before he retired. I wrote to him not long ago, no reply. Guess he's still closing a blind eye to things, just like he used to and anyway he's probably far to busy in retirement to reply. I only get replies from people who aren't quite so busy, like Pres. O'Bama and Tony Abbott.
Now about this Short Bus. When I arrived at Numonohi I didn't own a pair of long pants, why on earth would I, it was a hot climate and we wear shorts when it is hot. So young Bemused wore hand me downs from other kids, kindly donated by their concerned parents.
I still wear shorts. I wear shorts on my bike and shorts at work. Shorts in the garden and shorts all summer. And if I arrive at the conference and tumble out the back of the Short Bus to be greeted with ohs and ahs at the sight of my knees, then kind offers of hand me down long pants, Bemused will laugh his head off, just don't try and hug me

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