By H. Kirk Rainer
Returning to Yogi (and life beyond
there has been a most interesting development.
Yes indeed, an encounter from a galaxy far, far away. No; I’m not talking about Marvin the Martian
or The Jetsons, but a far more formidable character, chief among the Jedi
Knights. Yes, it’s none other than the small but smart, supernatural and
strange-speaking Star War’s “Yoda”. Yellowstone Park
Yogi is having a close encounter of another kind; one who uses The Force—preferably for good, not bad or evil. Yogi is not bad or evil, but he does have a credible history of criminal activity: theft or larceny of lunch baskets. And with
Yellowstone being a national park, such criminal
activity could be a federal offense. So
imagine the irony of Boo now fighting crime (with Scobby Doo) while Boo’s bosom
buddy is under investigation for committing it (talk about being left holding
the [lunch] bag).
An encounter indeed; for Yoda possesses the power (The Force) to make Yogi’s so-called retirement a rather pleasant one: his hunger for lunches, his thirst for crime, may be satiated by supernaturalpowers so able to extract picnic baskets, lunchboxes and the like with from the unprepared and powerless; and while there is no such thing as a free lunch, there is much merit to the mantra:”The Force be with you”.
Yogi encounters Yoda.
“Yo-there Yoda, you’re looking very green today.”
With a pensive expression, Yoda crinkles his nose.
“Hungry, you are?”
“Huh; oh yes, my stomach knows no bounds. Think of it like—like Space!”
With a changing expression of annoyance, Yoda asks:
“’Like Space’, your appetite?”
“Yah, you know: unending in all directions, but fascinating all the same.”
Yoda, with a tolerance suitable of the being he is. replies:
“Quite the gift of gab, you have.”
“I’m think of myself as gregarious; a friendly fellow with a bit of a quick paw.”
“What of me do you think?”
“Well, since you ask, I think you should summon The Force and work me up some lunch”
Raising his staff toward a KFC, Yoda concentrates on a 9 piece bucket of traditional chicken.
Yogi, with some awareness and anticipation of what’s levitating his way, remarks:
“Now that’s what I call a force for good! You are the man.”
“And smarter than the average bear, you are.”
H. Kirk Rainer was born in
Atlanta Georgia, on June 16, 1961; at the present, and
for the foreseeable future, he has made his home in Alabama.
At this time in his life, Kirk is busy in the general direction of writing; both in training and in practicing this new found endeavor. At the same time, he continues to ply his skills and education as an industrial engineer.
His writing is largely a reflection of his own experience through post-divorce and non-custodial life (around year 2000). To this purpose, he has gained much support and understanding from such organizations as: the American Coalition for Fathers and Children (acfc.org); Alabama Family Rights Association (alfra.org); Protect Fathers' Right (protectfathersrights.org); and allied resources.