
Jerry
had packed a suitcase weeks ago, checked off days on his Hot Babes
calendar, and read everything possible about Yellowstone National Park.
This had been his lifelong dream, so much so that he had saved
intensely for fifteen years. I can scarcely believe it...Yellowstone! Yellowstone, at last!
Finally ol' Gray rattled out onto freeway from Burton, Florida, heading straight to Yellowstone. In 30 minutes or so, ol' Gray wheezed to a stop, and all could see the radiator boiling ,sending steam straight up.
Jerry felt his colon cramp and his stomach become a knotty mass of anxiety.
When ol' Gray returned to bus station, Jerry was nearly crying. While there had never been any sort of competition between calendar to calendar, Jerry had kept years of Hot Babes calendars, crossing off days after days. This was the month...the month...

Extent of possible eruption affects
Ironically, the next day it was announced that the immense caldera beneath Yellowstone Park blew, exploded, blasting apart all states from Canada to Texas, Nevada to Illinois, over to Oregon and down the western coast, and all parts in between. Clouds of ash covered the skies around the world.
It was a royal mess.
Jerry's
head hung down despondently. Gone, it was gone. As he tacked his new
Hot Babes calendar, Jerry pondered where he would go instead. Iceland? Iceland would be nice...He crossed off another day, heading toward Iceland in a decade or so.
Oh, Jerry, poor uninformed Jerry.