This chunk of grey shale was shaped by long vanished flowing water millions of years ago. My stepdaughter Leila insisted that I haul it a quarter of a mile back to the two-lane, over uneven ground along Delaware Creek, which by the way is in Osage, not Tulsa County. It has rested ever since on the narrow shelf on the upright piano a friend gave us tho' none of us plays piano. The piano has become our altar, our temenos, to an ecumenical collection of odd pagan kitsch. To the left of the butt rock (as it was instantly christened by Leila) is a chunk of ammonite I bought at an Estate Sale for 50 cents. To the right is a snapshot of a very young Dr. Omed.
