SNAPS OF OUR PICNIC ON MARCH 3rd, 2003

		The High Priest of the Feast salutes the sacrifical beast with the Batton Spatulatte.
		And a great smoke arose and it was a raiment of beauty and a garland of purfume in the nostrils of the faithful.
		And the smoke rose up into heaven and, lo, there appeared before us the Old Man of the Crystal. And the Glamor of Hank was cast down upon the Silent Alter.
		And there sprang up a crystal of Hanksite. And it was reflugent. And we laid down our offerings and rejoiced.