Crystalline Cool (37)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (37)"
   
   Dad blew a smoke ring as he remotely viewed a rerun of Gunsmoke on the tube, and for a mini-second, pondered why people think Matt Dillon hangs out with Emilio Estevez and doesn't fancy a high-powered Colt sidearm in a quick-draw holster, much like Han Solo's.  
   But Dad also had counterpoise in thought, reflecting upon his son, Duncan.  It wasn't total telepathy that he knew the boy would be safe as he attempted crazy crusade, but by way of the words of surfer and super-athlete Laird Hamilton, him having said:  "God builds a good car."  Yeah, Dad watched a special on the surfer.  He was bullied by the locals for a while, but learned that with a simple Godsmack--the bullies would enter into a state of stupefaction. 
   The Apache elder journeyed back to his youth as well:  a slithery member of the tribe questioned and attempted to trick the others into not allowing him to be a Chief, armed with the loyal and creative name:  Little Wolf.  Yet Dad told the trickster:  "You don't look corporeally-pleasing enough to be a fox.  So quit trying to be what you are not, snake.  And any serpent can be charmed, or crushed by a Virgin's heel."
   There are foxes though.  General Lee, the Silver Fox, getting himself pardoned by Lincoln.  Yet even the fox could not outdo the coyote, General Grant, as we know today, as time tells through its state of being relative, for approximately two years ago, the infamous coyote of New York City was spotted standing over Grant's Tomb, as if remembering a spirit gifted, and freely.
   So, Dad went back to watching the tube, blew his symmetrical smoke rings to the heavens, and raised his vibrations by chanting an Apache frequency.