Crystalline Cool (12)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (12)"
   
   Duncan awoke on All Saints' Day, having received dream wonders infused with the Good News, and not exactly the King James Version; nonetheless, it was much, something like:  "I am the vine, and you are the branches--if you remain in Me, and I in you; next, you will bear much fruit; however, apart from Me--you can do nothing."   He breathed, in through the nose; then, out through the mouth, which can defile a man--only that which goes outwards, relatively, in a vociferous manner.   
   And as always, in his mystical moments of being dazzled by Divine Powers, the old man burst through the door, igniting a Native People never to be forgotten, with that stoic humor, saying, probing, amazing:  "How do you say BIG MAN in Apache, Duncan?  You remember the Super Friends don't ya?  Eh-neeek-chock.  And I'm still only as big as Doug Flutie, huh?  But you and that little shepherd, King David, tougher than King Saul, him head and shoulders above the rest, huh?"
   Duncan could not ignore that his Dad needed friends; moreover, that that job was solely his and his alone.  So, he turned to his Dad's weird grin, asking:  "Ya wanna go to the junkyard today?  For don't ya think I could use a day off work?"
   His Dad smiled and lit up a cheap cigar.  It had the scent of artificial strawberries.