Chapter 3
So, Hell again, that is, we’re at Hilo, Hawaii. I went on the short bus tour to the volcano. We could see the molten lava firing up out of the crater within a crater quite a long distance away. I don’t know how high up it was shooting, but I took some videos and pictures of it anyway, of course, and of the young fools who were standing on the rock walls circling the view. That would be a long way to fall for just a slightly better vantage point. The reds were so intense and the yellows, several shades all mixed together showing—wait, doesn’t flame turn blue when it’s really hot? I guess lava doesn’t.
You know I’ve always talked about how much we can learn from young people, but I haven’t really thought about how much we could teach them—if they want to hear it, or even just to
