The Glory Hole
It was good sport back in the day to make the trip up to Berryessa and ceremoniously toss one’s hopes, dreams, and ambitions into the Glory Hole. Then came the drought and the glory departed. One had to suffer one’s vain imaginings. Years passed. Hopes were puffed beyond justification. The world teetered upon reasonableness. Well, folks, the drought is over. Kiss those vaporings goodbye. Down the drain they go! Be gone! Oh the glory!
