Text Box: SHEBANG SHEBANG: In the beginning God created the big Shebang. And the Shebang was without form and void; And darkness was upon the face of the Shebang. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the Shebang. And God said, “Let the Shebang be lit,” and it was lit. And God saw that the Shebang was a good Shebang… Yahway, Yahway, Yahway; everything begot everything else— and here I am in my kitchen peeling potatoes on an American Thanksgiving morning in year 2002 of the big Shebang. I just finished an interesting spud that looked like George Bush, (or would you have my truth) almost every president and politician, except for Jimmy Carter, that little peanut. My genius friend Herb, who has willed that the following be written on his grave stone, “I told you I wasn’t feeling well,” tells me that life is a rollercoaster. He can’t understand why amusement rides exist at all when we have the Shebang. He has cancer and were he twenty five years removed from his seventy two He would be worried, but now, as he put it, “The Shebang is an interesting ride.” I shall ask Anna if I can have the honor at her Thanksgiving dinner To raise a glass in toast to the Shebang. My toast shall be this very thing verbatim—yes the whole Shebang. And we shall clink our glasses and get on with getting on. ©2002 Dan Kantak 1/23/02