Ken Babbs, bless his soul

This is Ken Babbs, a principal Merry Prankster, on something he recalled Ken Kesey telling him.

"When he was working at the VA nuthouse in Menlo Park California and working on the novel he would sit at the window looking out over the sprawling lawn and on a particularly lovely sunny day the doors would open and out came the nuts each one pushing an old reel type manual lawnmower and they would take off in all directions, crisscrossing each other's paths, following one another, going in circles and hours later the doors would open again and they would go tearing inside with the mowers and, Kesey said, it was a glorious thing, to look out there and see every blade of grass had been mown."

I don't know. Sometimes crazy ain't so crazy.

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