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B"H maintained without Happy Joe present, such that his accomplishment was transfigured in 100% verifiable conditions utilizing the specific equip men t and exact programming he had designed. He operated, however, according to a commitment, not to ever publish it, for obvious reasons. The software called "Rave n Drea ms" was progra mmed to sense pulse s in the circulatory syste m, electric synapses in the ne rvous syste m, and measure the time coordinates when each were effected. He could thereb y determine the exact point of emanation of electric current fro m specific nerve endings. His equipment also indicated tha t electromagnetic waves were transmitted in the airwaves b y olfactory gasses and sound waves perceptible by their percussion upon and within the human nose. I don't know if the double whammy or triple blinds of his experimental procedures would meet academic standards amongst intellectuals but it impressed me as having breached heretofore unheard of realms in the field of psychology, and neurology. As my mind beca me rapidly conditioned to the rewards of this Imaginative Reality progra m I responded to various images tha t Happy Joe offered as the selecte d ite m; a basketball and simulation of scoring two points, or con versely stuffing crumpled paper into a waste basket. We brain stormed for the next few hours until achieving a double -blind experiment applying the most stringent regulations of scientific methodology, until all the data had been collected. We drank and frolicked away the hours at his favorite fishing -hole, a place where salmon spawn. I packed out on the morrow heading back to labors relevant to my source livelihood , knowing; one, I would never hear the results of these projects, and secondly that's what friends do for one another. It's important to keep old me mories alive for reason that long - term me mories are a lasting form of entertainment well into old age, so it also pays to refresh and strengthen them here and there. Before the death of my mother, she had suffered fro m Alzheimer's, but she was attentive when I told stories of th ings we did with her sister, when we were but children, sixty years earlier. This is one of the marvelous advanta ges of the socia l networks, which bring people into contact with long lost acquaintances ; they post pictures and commentaries about things way back in our past. This writing, amongst others will appear 269