Haunting Thoughts …

imgres“Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”

Ending lines from the Robert Redford Movie … A River Runs Through It.  This and other Stories is a semi-autobiographical collection of three stories by author Norman Maclean (1902–1990) published in May 1976.

We all have our fair share of demon’s to deal with, and I too have things that haunt me.  One is the word “mung.” I can honestly state that I never heard it before this year.  It rolls around in my mind like a bad penny …mung.


You youngin’s eat them vittles, I aint stood overy this here hot stove for you to pick at your food, now eat them mung beans and be still.


Recently in the dark jungles of Borneo and up until this time, a totally unknown tribe of indigent people were discovered.  The mung, who subsist on berries and fruit, live in small villages without cable tv.


The cockpit was getting cold, reaching down the pilot, Lt. mung, rubbed his left leg above the knee and cursed under his breath.  It was late, he wanted to head back to base and get some rest, but he still had one heat seeking missile lodged under his right wing.  He looked down, scanning the jungle for a enemy campfire, he would fire this baby and be home by 1900 hundred hours.


Mojave Motors.  Uh, your mung bearing is shot, that is gonna be $800 for starters.


Chuck Norris comes out of the chair, rushes across the room, grabs the little asian guy in the white frock and screams …. Tell me!  Tell me now!  The Asian guy says you mung infected bad, fall off soon, you no win Oscar.


Running short on words so we will close now.  (I am adhering to my self imposed 500 word limit in 2015) 

Here are two more lines from the Novel or movie.

Norman:  “My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night.
But ah my foes, and oh my friends – it gives a lovely light.”

Jesse: “Why is it the people who need the most help… won’t take it?”

And of course, I cannot forget my lovely bride.  Her favorite line of all: 

Norman’s not funny Paul.

I am haunted by mung. It is all around me.


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