CALL ME SNAKE

It’s that time of year and Call Me Snake will be taking a brief siesta as I go off to Martha’s Vineyard and hobnob with fellow “Deciders” like myself. (I might even say hi to Bill Clinton if I’m not too busy working on the old suntan.) Years ago, when I was a mere youth, I used to go to the island with little more than a bike, swimsuit, and a sleeping bag and camp out for a few dollars a night near a tiny airstrip in the middle of nowhere. Well, the times have changed. Now I’m going with little more than a bike, swimsuit, and a sleeping bag and this  time I’m going to camp out for free in someone’s back yard (or living room floor). That’s what Deciders do.